#like this for a closed starter!

[amluart]

"Can't sleep either?"

[potatobugz]

i feel as if im going mad so im going to just put this out here. real quick. movieunleashers starters ramble.

i cant stop thinking about how mudkip broke down in that one scene in "Typomaniac," when Chespin called him mean. for a second he lets his mask slip a little bit and to me he just... acts his age. he starts crying and calls chespin mean back. maybe im just hyperfocusing on this one detail but mudkip is about 12 years old.

and that just makes me wonder what happened in this guys life that brought him to where he is now. and it makes it all the more tragic how his whole world revolves around chespin, but he is the one bringing him the most pain. and how young he was when he died.

there is a large theme of growing up in "Rare Candy." the characters ages are emphasized in that particular episode, and one of the main conflicts is fennekin wanting to evolve faster.

the thing about characters in these stories is that they're not allowed to just be kids, to have a childhood. so many bad things happen to them. like. mudkips whole, Everything. fennekin when she was famous in typomaniac, or dealing with her own insecurities/pressure from society about her relationship w chespin. and chespin always having to shoulder his friends problems & always somehow managing to stay positive despite everything.

why cant they just. play video games. eat ice cream or something. go to the movies

at the end of the day, i think both mudkip and fennekin are characters who grew up too fast. by distancing himself from them, chespin refused to follow in their footsteps and just wanted to stay a kid.

good for him.

[anthwang]

who: ant & closed! (5/5)

where: bookends

when: august 9th (book lovers day)

He hadn't realized something was happening in the bookshop until he stepped through the doors. It'd been larger than the normal crowd on a weekday, and usually, he'd walk out and come back a different day if he hadn't finished his nightstand book. Deciding to brave the crowd, Anthony promised to be in and out, moving past a group of people waiting near the register. He only had a few more steps before coming to his favorite section of books, but his shoulder brushed an endcap display, causing some of the books to clatter to the floor in an unavoidable event. Though he still felt a bit embarassed. "Shit," he mumbled, bending down to try to pick them up, before catching the eye contact of someone nearby. "You didn't see that, right?"

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie & @sperboytm

It was probably a stupid thing to think about, given his current situation, but he couldn’t help but wonder absently: why were they called Fun Houses? No one ever actually had fun in a Fun House. Take Jason, for example. He was having a frankly terrible time, though that might have more to do with the clown and the restraints and the crowbar than the actual location.

He wasn’t sure where everything had gone so wrong. All he knew was that he’d been following a lead one minute, and now he was here—tied up on the ground, Joker beating the shit out of him with a crowbar, again. All he knew now was pain. It didn’t matter that he was older and bigger and stronger than he’d been as Robin. The Joker was laughing, laughing, laughing, and Jason was afraid, afraid, afraid.

Again and again, the crowbar came down. Crack! He was 21 and in a Gotham Fun House. Crack! He was 15 and in a warehouse in Ethiopia. Crack! Back and forth it went, over and over, Jason struggling to remain in the present, so completely consumed by his own terror that he was unable to even attempt to think of a plan to get away. Something he really needed to do, and soon.

Because his dad wasn’t coming.

He knew that with utmost certainty, this time. There was no hope to hold onto, because he knew better, now. Batman wasn’t god. Batman was fallible. Batman, Bruce, didn’t care about him as much as he’d thought as a kid, because if he had, this wouldn’t be happening again. The Joker would be decomposing in the ground, not gloating and sing-songing and cackling. No, Bruce wasn’t coming for him.

Jason was on his own, and he was going to die again, broken, terrified, and alone.

[idnull]

( @miidnighters is getting an eyeful! | ♡ )

oh, god, john's head hurts.

this isn't actually that unusual for him, on account of how he sleeps where he can (mostly places he gets woken up a lot) and eats whatever he can get (not a lot and not very good), not to mention he definitely doesn't drink enough water, but this time feels distinctly different.

familiarly distinct. in a heart-sinking, gut-churning way. something bad has happened...

there's no time to think about that though, as his aching brain finally seems to remember its alive and john sits up, looking up to take in his surroundings and see how bloody he is this time. mostly trees and open sky, luckily it seems like mostly his blood.

oh, cool, he's naked. oh, cool! there's a person!

"please don't freak out!"

[timidblues]

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[ofsupernovcs]

Open for @exitiumstarters

Kevin was usually the most lax on the force. Kevin was a traffic cop, he didn't have to be too harsh and agressive, at most he would just need to write a ticket. The untriggered fox was otherwise clueless. But today he had enough. TJ was right, he needed to stop fooling around and start being serious. As he puffed his chest he approached the culprit that he assumed to done something illegal, he blew his whistle and pointed at the person.

"Stop right there. You are in violation of carnival law!"

[savingthrcw]

@aamusedly asked for a Lucy starter - warning: spoilers about the finale ahead.

It had taken Lucy a couple of days to feel like talking again: seeing her mother as a feral ghoul, learning that her father was behind that and Shady Sands, leaving Maximus behind, and everything else that Moldaver had told her was simply too much to digest. Everything about her life had been one lie after the other, or at least it felt that way. Still, there was a part of her that refused to believe there was only misery in this world: Norm had nothing to do with her father's choices and was waiting for her in the Vault, Maximus was still breathing, and there had to be hope for a better life now that cold fusion was active.

She was still quiet, besides a few words here and there to the Ghoul and to a few merchants they met on the road, but what truly snapped her out of her silent sadness was the dog, finally sitting close to her during a break to eat. It was a rather adorable animal when it wasn't consuming cockroaches, one she had only seen in old movies and journals, and she found herself rubbing his back, at first with caution but then more comfortably as the dog seemed all too happy to receive attention. See, hope.

"Did you hear what that merchant said this morning?" she piped up, but her voice sounded off to her own ears; a bit of forced enthusiasm there, in her attempt to stop feeling like she was still being kept underwater. "If all this energy reaches the laboratory, it may be able to clean irradiated water. Clean water should be in everyone's best interest and it's just on our way." People steered away from it because the place was 'infested by cockroaches and other things', the merchant had also said, but they had faced worse, and surely the Ghoul would also agree that drinking more dirty water would harm him as well as her. What she really wanted to ask him was how did he know her father exactly, and what had happened to his family, but Lucy knew she needed to talk a bit more about something else, anything, before she could take whatever awful answer he'd give her.

[hcrctic]

— @mutantmuses ❤'d for a one liner for matt | still accepting!

"So, I might need a lawyer.."

[lucyxquinnxfabray]

I know that technically, we're closer to the start of the school year, but can Christmas break please hurry up? I'm up to three cups of coffee a day dealing with all their drama. Somehow, I don't remember being quite this... difficult in high school.

[bludmystic]

closed starter | @accultant

The fire crackles nearby, casting long shadows that dance across the lich’s ashen skin. She feels none of the warmth from the flames, but watches the way it flickers in Iago’s eyes——violet, shifting, full of something they’re trying too hard to hide. Her gaze lingers on them for a moment longer before she takes her place beside them, careful to leave enough space that they don’t feel crowded, but close enough to speak without being overheard. There’s an odd serenity to the night, but it does little to ease the gnawing curiosity in her mind.

❛ I wanted to speak with you, Iago . . . if I may? ❜ She’s been watching them, of course. A week now in their company, and yet something about their very presence continues to prod at her subconscious, tugging at the threads of memories she cannot seem to grasp. They hadn’t said they knew her, not once, but she knows. The fear that flickered in their eyes when they first locked onto her wasn’t imagined. It’s a puzzle, one she cannot ignore.

She keeps her composure as she speaks, even though the hunger clawing at the depths of her stomach is a constant reminder of her body’s state. That cold, creeping sensation beneath her skin, the way her flesh doesn’t warm or pulse, the absence of breath unless she forces it——there’s no denying the truth of it, not anymore. ❛ I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I seem to be . . . well, quite literally dead. Right? ❜ Her tone remains calm, clinical, as though discussing something mundane, but her gaze sharpens, watching for the subtlest shift in Iago’s expression.

Elyndra pauses, glancing down at herself as if to emphasize her words. The lifeless pallor of her hands rests on her lap, unmoving. ❛ It’s the only thing that makes logical sense, ❜ she continues, her voice softening into a whisper, one meant only for Iago’s ears. ❛ and I’ve been thinking about it for days now… it’s the only thing that makes the—❜ She hesitates, searching for the right word, though there’s a quiet weight to the truth. ❛——the urges——make sense. ❜ Her lips press together in a thin line, her gaze steady, though beneath it all, the hunger swells, aching to be sated. It often times, like right now, will say terrible things like:

DEVOUR THEM. RIP THEM ALL APART. KILLKILLKILLKILLKILL—

She tilts her head slightly, studying Iago with that same unrelenting curiosity. ❛ You just seem like a smart person, ❜ she murmurs, the hint of a smile curling at the edges of her mouth. ❛ and I think I might be a smart person too. Really smart. ❜ Her voice is matter-of-fact, lacking any arrogance, merely a statement of observation. ❛ Maybe you can help me make sense of things. ❜ The words hang between them, a careful invitation, cloaked in the pretense of inquiry, but Elyndra knows there’s more at stake here than just her forgotten past. Iago is a part of that past. She’s certain of it.

Her gaze never wavers as she waits for their response, though her mind is already working, calculating. She has no memory of who she was, but her instincts have not left her. She knows how to read people, how to see beyond the surface of their words, and Iago——poor, skittish Iago——is no exception.

[aishathevar]

who: aisha & closed.

where: cassidy's candies, the coast

when: march, 2024

Aisha hadn't celebrated Easter but still liked making baskets for her friends. So on an afternoon she was free, she headed to the candy shop to pick up some things. Stepping inside, she glanced around at the brightly colored candy, realizing it was busier than expected. Which was fair, because she always waited until the last minute. She didn't mind the wait though, as she stepped in line, trying to decide what to buy. Also deciding to make a bit of conversation while they waited. "So, important question-- do you have a favorite holiday candy?"

[anthwang]

who: ant & capped!

where: the treasure chest

when: hallo-week (october, 2024)

Looking through the racks of Halloween attire, Anthony was looking for nothing in particular. Unlike others who planned their costumes weeks in advance, he was trying to throw together something last minute. But he didn't quite have the best idea in mind, trying to find something that caught his eye and work around it. As he looked at a flowy shirt, his eyes caught someone else skimming through the racks. "Are you also the kind of person who waits until the last minute to pick something? It'll make me feel less bad about trying to find something days before Halloween."

[biitchcakes]

i know i've been posting character study / just regular old comic panels lately, but i'm hoping to have the time ( and Brain Power™️ ) next week to actually do some writing on my writing blog 😌

[planetsallalign]

Today at Walmart while do errands I bought a nightgown that I 100% can call a Nana nightgown. In fact I’m sure my Nana had many in this style. The pattern kept calling to me, I bought it and tried it on at home. Upon trying it on I learned not only is it so comfortable, it’s 100% cotton AND it has pockets. I’m leaning into my dressing for comfort and in things I like. Not for anyone else’s gaze or consumption.

[hatredcurse]

It was humiliating enough to have been caught in the untimely Summer downpour— it was worse to be caught up in such awful weather whilst wearing all white.

Late in the afternoon, everyone was due to be home and/or away from this glacial palace hall, leaving Izuna with some peace to unwrap the gray outer sheer of his outfit, folding it in two halves, and leaving it over nearby railing. What remained was a thin, soft silk-cotton white robe that clung favorably along his form with nearly nothing to the imagination. Wonderful for private affairs, but truly awful within the public sphere.

Warmth crowned at his finger tips along with the birth of a minor flame within the cage of his digits, Izuna hovered the fire near his chest first to dry his middle. At least, he aimed to, completely ignorant to the snark singing his way:

“ Got yourself into quite the predicament there, haven’t you ? ” said Tobirama || @annienne // @whitedemontobirama

The Uchiha princeling hissed in surprised, snuffing the fire in his palm under a forming fist.

" Don't you have a family to eat dinner with? " he didn't so much entertain the Senju with a glare, much less even squaring his shoulders to him; far too indecent to be forward facing in any capacity.