#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-?!"

[toranoya]

Hungry plants!

@remnantsouls

Krix zipped down the cracked sidewalk of Hell's gritty suburban sprawl, his board rattling against the uneven terrain. The skater Imp’s jagged smile stretched wide beneath his mop of ebony hair, tail swishing with excitement. He was on a mission: to find the smoothest, untouched grind rail in this part of the underworld.

But Krix had a habit of ignoring “No Trespassing” signs.

He skidded to a halt at the edge of a yard surrounded by a crooked iron fence. Inside stood a half-broken birdbath, a rusted-out lawnmower, and—most importantly—a perfectly curved rail leading down a garden staircase. His sharp teeth glinted as he grinned.

"Score," he muttered, vaulting over the fence with his board tucked under one arm.

The yard had an eerie vibe, but Krix wasn’t the type to be scared of dead grass or twisted shadows. He set his board down at the top of the stairs, rolling it back and forth with his foot to test the incline.

But just as he bent his knees to launch into a trick, something clamped around his ankle.

“What the—?!”

A gnarled root, thick and pulsing like a vein, had burst from the dirt and coiled around his leg. He stumbled, falling backward onto the overgrown lawn. His tail thrashed as he tried to pull free, but the root only tightened, dragging him closer to the garden’s center…

[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.

[truly-quirkless]

[ @emotionalsupportvigilante-rp || Liked for a starter!]

"...I was wondering when you would show up again, young Chizome." Pyre waved a hand towards the other, a soft smile on his face. He wiped a small amount of sweat from his brow, moving to lean on his home's front porch railing. "Were you able to eventually stop that wayward villain you were telling Fin and I about last time, by chance?" He paused for a moment as his eyes flickered down to the drink in his hand. "Would you like me to pour you some? I just finished brewing some hibiscus tea, and it's pretty good."

[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

[baphomet-slumber-queen]

🐑 Closed starter for @usagoos 🐑

There was quite a bit of chatter within the court room once the punishment for Stolas was delivered. Mixed reactions among her fellow Sins, as well as from the Nobles across the court

She was ready to go back home, ready to lay within the warmth of her many layers of blankets when something caught her eyes. The Prince who stood up for Stolas before his arrival seemed..visibly distraught. A slight tilt of her head continued to observe him as he was reluctant to leave the room, almost as if he wanted to say something, or possibly inquire for an alternative punishment for Stolas's deeds.

Her motherly instincts gave her the impression that the poor thing could use an ear, even a shoulder to lean upon. Closing her eyes, she disappeared in a wisp of smoke, relocating just outside the exit where Vissago was. She would would wait for him patiently, hoping to catch his attention once he left the courtroom.

[narumakiii]

@yunarise

❛    okay , whose idea was . . all that glitter ? yours or the detective boys' ? ❜

[get-em-boys]

🎲 " Say... fancy getup ya got there, slick. " And by 'fancy' she means completely weird. Definitely not like anyone around here. Foreign? Possibly expensive... She puffs a ring from her cigar, quirking a brow. " You just blow into town alone, or..? "

@necromancerelite || Lights, camera... action!

[grandepretresse]

“Aaaand right on time!”  [ Today is Tarokki’s day off, but she still finds herself at the police station for matters unrelated to anything forensic or art. No, today she’s meeting a colleague, or, well… were they friends? She guessed that they were becoming friends, at least, with how kind and cheerful the detective had been the entire time they’d worked together since she’d joined the police department as a forensic artist a few months ago. She considered him a friend, at least.] “Alright, we already decided on a café, I have the address marked on the map, we’re all good!” [ A pep talk to herself to get rid of her nerves. Tarokki had suggested the tea shop she’d worked at during her studies for their next hangout, and Bobby had been on board, with his bright cheerful smile, as always. Florilège was a place filled to the brim with flowers, surrounding giant bookshelves, in a renovated tall glasshouse. She’d mentioned it to the detective on a previous café visit together. The place was very whimsical, and an ideal place to relax and drink a variety of beverages which contained either coffee or tea. She adjusts her giant scarf on top of her coat, some strands of her short hair poking out of the wool. Her breath was visible in the chilly winter air, and she swayed on her feet as she waited for detective Bobby Fulbright to arrive, a smile already on her face.]

@injusticeitrust

[vandrs]

his hopes had been too high before. many times. there would be a lead, rumors of a blue haired girl catching someone's eye who would pass it along to him. their own hopes that they'd be in his favor, have his ear ... but these had never turned out. so he tried to keep his expectations low as he made his way down the familiar streets of the lanes. each step p u r p o s e f u l as he makes his way towards the abandoned arcade. he remembered that's where the kids had once wandered. that knowledge pulsed some more hope through his veins. he willed it away.

vander slows his pace as he nears, his eyes skimming over the shadows. seeking a familiar face. brows furrow as he notes a blue haired figure shift back into the shadows. “ powder? ” he questions, taking another step forward. he notices the shift farther back and pauses, staying in place this time as he asks, fearful of the brief blooming of hope in his chest. “ powder, is that you? ”

@jynxd liked for a starter.

[toranoya]

Cotton Candy Chaos

@princexsitri

The night was alive with neon lights and the rhythmic pulse of bass-heavy music that made even the walls of the bar tremble. It was the kind of place where people came to escape their worries, leaving their troubles at the door along with their inhibitions. Tonight, though, something—or rather, someone—extraordinary graced the bar.

Archangel Gabriel strolled in with a smile that could light up the heavens. Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt with the sleeves casually rolled to his elbows, dark jeans that hugged his legs in just the right way, and boots that clicked confidently on the floor, he looked like he belonged, even though he was anything but ordinary. His usually golden locks were a shocking shade of cotton candy pink, standing out like a beacon under the bar’s dim lights.

"Human fashion really is something else," Gabriel mused as he slid onto a barstool, his radiant blue eyes scanning the crowd. People couldn’t help but stare at him—not just because of his hair but because of the aura he carried. It wasn’t every day you saw someone who seemed to glow from within.

“Hey, Pinky, what’s your poison?” the bartender asked with a grin, clearly charmed by Gabriel’s unusual hair and dazzling smile.

Gabriel tilted his head, considering the question. “I’ll have one of those colorful drinks,” he said, pointing to a rainbow cocktail someone at the end of the bar was nursing. “It looks delightful.”

The bartender chuckled and whipped up the drink, sliding it across the counter to him. Gabriel took a sip and immediately beamed. “Oh, this is marvelous! It’s like drinking joy.”

Within minutes, Gabriel had become the center of attention. People flocked to him, drawn by his infectious energy and effortless charm and beauty. He told stories—heavily edited for mortal ears—about places he’d visited and people he’d met, his melodic laughter cutting through the din of the bar like a bell. He danced with strangers, his movements so fluid and graceful that it was impossible to look away. Even the grumpiest patrons found themselves grinning as they watched him.

Unbeknownst to Gabriel, a shadowy figure at the edge of the bar had been watching him intently. The figure leaned closer as Gabriel returned to his drink, slipping something small and shimmering into the glass when the disguised Archangel wasn’t looking…

[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.

[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.

[phantomyre]

Where the Vermilion Lotus Grows

Tifa Lockhart + Vincent Valentine [AU Roleplay Starter]

RP partner: @badassbarmaid Three years had passed since that fateful day. The entire world had experienced what felt like the beginning of the end. Their dear friend had been brutally murdered, but her spirit felt ever present to comfort them. Meteor had threatened the planet's already diminishing life, yet the planet fought back with the aid of their protector, Aerith. Things were never going to be the same. Everyone knew this. But just like the planet, life went on. So long as the planet still lived, so did the people. A new era. A new beginning... Everyone had to learn to pull their own weight, and there was no shortage of work. Even the children toiled as hard as the adults. But none complained. There were worse things to dread than the filth of the slums or the lack of supplies that had to be scavenged. While the city began to mend itself, however, there was the issue of fresh-produce. The planet had already been nearing its wits end, and with the destruction caused by Meteor, the planet had expended much of its energy to survive. Even though the planet could now rejuvenate and heal, it would be a long while before one could find a blade of grass, much less fresh vegetables or a flower for that matter. Such things were becoming a commodity. Strife Delivery-- a name dubbed by the skilled bartender of Midgar. Ever resourceful and a businesswoman at heart, Tifa had opened a new bar along with a delivery business in the hopes of giving Cloud purpose. The business had started off slow, but it was expected for a town that was struggling to get back on its feet. Cloud began to become quite busy, rarely staying home for more than a few days. Denzel and Marlene were fantastic helpers, but there was only so much they could do. With the stress of the business, trying to care for the children, worrying over Cloud, and still recovering from all that had happened in the past few weeks, it had all begun to weigh the young bartender down. She was a strong woman in many ways. But she wasn't made of steel. Some days were harder than others. It was on such a day that an old friend walked into the bar. Perhaps he had sensed his friend's plight. Or he needed something. He wasn't the type to just come over to visit and make small talk. Vincent was a man of few words, though plentiful in action when there was a need. The soft clinking of metal buckles and armor could be heard, footsteps crossing the threshold of the humble Seventh Heaven bar.

"Heard you could use a hand or two," the stoic gunslinger explained himself as he stood in the center of the new bar. It was rather quaint, but it had the thoughtful touch, unique to Tifa. Vincent had never seen their first bar before the plate collapsed. This was his first time in Seventh Heaven. Vincent briefly took in the scenery. But it wasn't necessarily the aesthetics that he was looking at. "...Seems a bit empty," Vincent mused metaphorically. The room was a reflection of Tifa's heart; something Vincent could sense all too keenly.

[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.....