#i am here! - open starter

[amarnoban]

status: open to all.

The crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of spiced cider and pine as Amara stood near a vendor’s stall, two scarves draped over her arms —one a soft blush pink, the other a deep, rich red. Both were beautifully hand-knit, warm, and impossibly cozy, making her decision all the more difficult. She had been standing there for far too long, weighing the options as if the right choice would suddenly reveal itself.

Letting out a small sigh, she turned to the person beside her, lifting both scarves. “Alright, I need an outside opinion,” she admitted, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Pink or red? Subtle and classic, or bold and statement-making?” She glanced down at them again before shaking her head with a small chuckle. “At this point, I think the vendor’s about to start charging me rent..”

[cursivebloodlines]

MUSE: Finley 'Finn' Lowe | Test muse - lead singer of some boyband whose name I've yet to think of. They quickly shot up to fame after being part of some reality talent show (think of 1D style lmao or something similar - I'm figuring things out still!) and it's gotten to his head a lil. Feel free to humble him, he needs knocking down a peg or two.

OPEN TO: M/F/NB | Mutuals and Non-Mutuals

PLOT/CONNECTION: Probably self-explanatory but also plenty of possible options! Your muse and Finn have been fooling around a little, maybe casually dating? It could be a secret thing given his fame, or not. Either way, wires are crossed: your muse has caught feelings, wants more from Finley and is questioning the state of their relationship. idk! Anything works!

@indiestarter | Open Starters Tag

Despite the smile painted on his lips, there was a flicker of confusion in Finn's eyes as he leaned against the wall. "What do you mean?" The question left his mouth among some form of...noise (for lack of a better word) that resembled something akin to a laugh or scoff. Maybe both. To say he was caught off guard was an understatement in itself, the words tumbling from his lips with ease, despite the perplexity hiding him, somewhere deep down. "This isn't..." Awkwardly ruffling his hair, he gestured between the two of them. "We're just having fun, aren't we? You know how it is."

[spkyscry]

"H-Hello? Is someone there?" came a voice, delicate and tentative, through the forlorn quiet. "I thought I heard something..."

It was meek, timid, and accentuated with the shifting of a heavy chain. Dragging across the warm stone as she apparently adjusted herself in the dark room; the Princess sounded hopeful, despite her dreary surroundings. The only light visible coming from the watchful moon's light shining through a window high on the wall opposite of the stairwell.

The wood beneath feet is sturdy on the way down, but it was nonetheless a strange place to house a Princess. With the cold and the dark, perhaps slaying her would be doing her a favor.

[gctawaygirl]

open to : m / f / nb muse : camille fairburn plot : a little drunken escapade after a long day at work. cam is giggly and happy and your muse is whatever you want. can be platonic or romantic.

"hey, hey, hey! come back here!" cam protested, her glass chasing after theirs, "it's bad luck to not clink glasses during a cheers, our glasses didn't clink!" she whined and giggled at the same time, "you don't want bad luck, do you?"

[galaxythixf]

Damn, these two fandoms really shook a lot of people. Soooo like for a starter from one of my Arcane or DanDaDan muses? You don't have to specify muse but you do have to specify which fandom you want. They will most likely be one liners unless I get a burst of inspiration.

All Muses Under Cut

Arcane: Vi Jinx Ekko DanDaDan: Okarun Rin Sawaki

[flameleadsarc]

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

[ode-of-odr]

"A god — a real god — is a verb. Not some old man with magic powers. It's a force. It warps reality just by being there. It doesn't have to want to. It doesn't have to think about it. It just does."

[boombambaby]

Goooood Kuzcorific morning, Kuzcoteers!

I don’t know about you, but I am WAY overdue for some prime Kuzco-worship time!

Yep!

A manicure, a nice soothing skin toning session, floating in my private indoor lake with some music playing in the background— you know. Some serious R&R.

Sooo that’s the goal for today, Kuzconians! Feel free to jump in, and join in on your own version of ‘Kuzco’s the best!’ worship at your own leisure. Nooo talky or bother-y me though, kay?

If you need me? At all, for anything?

. . . Don’t!

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"Elemental energy is commonly found in its most agitated state, bright, hot and shapeless. It needs to be contained and allowed to slow down its particles for it to gain mass. If this is achieved, you can then assess its properties. Color, texture and temperature are all essential information to an alchemist."

Is this a lecture from a Spantamad alumnus? Not really. But it's boring working at the lab to make elixirs; if he talks to himself like his master used to, it makes him feel cool.

[kuurosakiis]

Slowly spins like a certain gif of a seal in a pool.

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/w/nb. two muses, any combo!

based on ⟼ this and this.

she didn’t expect her night to end up like this — cradling a cheap bottle of beer, sat across from them; but, loren didn’t mind it either. she felt like a god in a way, practically had them eating out of the palm of her hand without even lifting a single finger. she treated it like a game, attention fixed on one of them long enough to instill an interest while simultaneously attempting to get a rise out of the other. just when she had one, she’d switch. whether they were jealous, desperate, it didn’t matter ... it was far too entertaining for her regardless. “so,” she hummed lowly, teeth sinking into the glossy flesh of her bottom lip. “have you two ever…” head tilted as she shared a glance between the two of them. 

[queenharumiura]

"Oh dear, what a conundrum i've found myself in." Fiore was running an errand and she'd somehow gotten herself lost and was in a sketchy part of town. Now she's being accosted.

Her options were thus: Be a poor damsel, or hopefully be a lucky damsel. Quite frankly, both options offered little comfort to the woman currently face to face with a man who clearly had untoward intentions.

This is the last time she ventures out on her own to a place she'd never been before. She's likely to get herself lost and therefore in trouble. "Sir, if you could please let me go. I've an important errand to run posthaste. It would do no good to impede my path for long." Will anyone come to her aid? She hopes so.

[deathxproof]

Open For !! AU!(Ten)Theta *

*with the potential of AU!(Simm) Koschei

“There you are,” Theta immediately started going off, and began pulling himself up and over from underneath a very irritable TARDIS console. “I’ve been tryin’ to reason and work with her since you left, but she’s all out of sorts since we landed! I was just asking when you’d get back, taking ten years just to find bloody bolts and accelerator coola—“

He finally stopped dead when he looked up, when he realized that Koschei, was not, in fact, the one who came walking through the front door. ..Wait. That wasn’t right.

“Well, I… Don’t.. Suppose you have the wrong… Blue-Box-TARDIS?”

[stcnefruit]

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. tag linked in source. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batshit plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their shit's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just fucked shit up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

[aletheialed]

"Umm... Daddy?"

Trucy's expression is the picture of innocence as she stands, hands held carefully behind her back, beaming up at her father with a smile on her face. In other words - she's definitely up to something. She's sure he's very aware of it, too, but it doesn't worry her - after all, Daddy has somewhat of a mischievous streak himself, and she knows that he knows that whatever she's planing is something he'll ultimately be able to handle.

Still, though. That wide smile and those innocent eyes can only speak to one thing - trouble. But it's actually not what one would expect that she wants to talk about today.

"Are you busy? I have something to show you, you see, and it really can't wait!"

@turnabovt ( starter! )

[decimatlas]

bar exam in 8 days. i am so scared lmfao