#marion starter

[eldritchxembers]

For: Anyone | @cardinalstart (cap of 3) - CLOSED Character: Marion Graves Location: The Park Note: Marion is Deaf. He wears a cochlear implant for the ease of those around him. He has lived in Cardinal Hill for five years now, it can be assumed that people know about his CI.

Marion sat on a weathered stone bench in the town park, the early afternoon sun casting long shadows across the grass. His dog, always watchful, rested at his feet, eyes scanning the park as though the world itself was a puzzle to be solved. In his hands, Marion held a worn map—an intricate sketch of the park’s landscape, dotted with possible locations for next year’s garden. His brow furrowed as he studied the lines and contours, tracing them with his fingers as if he could feel the land itself beneath his touch.

The soft hum of his cochlear implant pulsed against his head, a constant reminder of the world he wore just a little too tightly. The device felt foreign today, the pressure of it unsettling—like it was trying to invade the silence he craved, forcing its presence into the spaces where he preferred quiet. He tried to ignore it, but the buzzing at the back of his mind kept him on edge, pulling his focus away from the map. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this aware of it, this aware of everything. The implant was supposed to bridge the gap, but it often left him feeling more disconnected, the noise of the world too close, too overwhelming.

The trees around him swayed in the wind, their leaves whispering secrets only the patient could hear. He paused, glancing up for a moment to let his eyes take in the scene: children running through the grass, a couple walking hand-in-hand, an old man reading a newspaper on a nearby bench. But all of it seemed distant, as though he were watching it from a place just outside of reach. Marion returned his attention to the map, his fingers moving slowly across the paper, already thinking of the space he could carve into the earth next spring. It wasn’t just about planting; it was about creating something that would grow and breathe—something that would outlast him.

The dog shifted at his feet, sensing the subtle shift in Marion’s mood, and nudged his hand gently. Marion didn’t look up, but the motion was enough to remind him that he wasn’t truly alone. He’d been here long enough to know the map’s every fold and crease, yet there was something about an outside perspective that always felt necessary. A second set of eyes, someone who could point out the things he might have missed, to see what his mind couldn’t quite pull together.

For now, though, he waited. He always waited, because a new idea, a fresh perspective, might just be the spark that turned everything into place. The park around him continued its quiet hum—life continuing as it always did, while Marion’s thoughts wove through the land, his hand tracing the edges of future possibilities. And all the while, the quiet tension of the implant buzzed in his ears, keeping him sharp, but also reminding him of the noise that never seemed to fade.

[thehazbins]

"I'm- n̵̢̢̝̪̺̭̤͈̳̹̺̞͖̒́͌͆o̵̢̳̖̠͉̱͛ͅt̴̨̢̢̤͕̬̝͕̺̗̯͕̼͗̌̃̆́͂̒̋͜ taking the fucking deal! So if you're back to offer that bullshit again... just 𐌋𐌄𐌀ᕓ𐌄!" She spun around, some of her anger subsiding as she realized this was not the same person she was speaking to before. "Oh- sorry. You're not-- nevermind."

[shootingxstardust]

The Nightmare wouldn't let this dream finish as usual.. This person had enough... Marion had sensed it, this person had been plagued by bad dreams before, they needed a break. "Do.. You dream about these things often?" The god asked in a low, but not weak, tone.

[vntagetee]

﹙requested starter.﹚marion + joe for @pinksopaque

“i  swear  we  know  each  other  from  somewhere.  name’s  i’m  terrible  with,  but  i  rarely  forget  a  face.  oh,  do  you  take  hot  yoga  at  that  place  on  seventh  and  grand?”

[lcngliive]

hw mini event six || the valentines gala marion & lu junyi ( @mvsicinthedvrk )

"I still don't get the idea behind whatever holiday this is, but it's quite lovely," marion was still adjusting to being alive again, and in a place that was completely different to what she'd grown up in.

[infcinity]

marion & mary ( @drvcxrys )

"2023, huh," marion's brow furrowed as she looked at the date on the newspaper she was currently holding. "so much for it being 1957," it was a strange feeling to see that date - but she'd seen several strange things already in her life. but all marion wanted was to be at home with her family. she was sure that indy would be worried that something had happened and sure that mutt would be worried as well.

[moonbeammuses]

Like if I can write you starters from Marion, AKA Moonlight. My Rules || My About || Bio Page 

While Marion is primarily a mutant, I will attempt to utilize an AU for whatever verse your muse is from in the starters I write. If you prefer a specific time/verse, contact me. Starters could be any length, depending how familiar I am with your muse, and my current inspiration. You are never required or expected to reply to a random starter.  

[marionmaverick]

[ BLOOM ]:          sender weaves a number of flowers through the receiver’s hair. / from laurel. get floral, dork

It likely showed how distracted Marion was that he didn't notice Laurel sneaking up behind him with the flowers. Possibly how sleep deprived as well, as it wasn't till he leaned forward and couldn't move that he finally realized.

"Wha- Laurel?" He squawked. "What are you doing with my hair??"

[saturnine-saturneight]

Find the Word Tag

@chauceryfairytales tagged me in this [here], tysm! All excerpts from Particle Decay, because that's where my mind is right now.

flower

"We still have a few things we don't understand," Marion said, grim. "For starters: How long have you been living alone in there?" "Why, about three years now. Do you think that the problems have been going on for that long?" she asked, reaching for her sunflower-yellow headwrap as if to steady it, even as it didn't move an inch. Johannes and Marion exchanged a glance.

aware

"Humor me," she urged them, turning to them with an intensity to it that made them flinch. "Say it. It's going the wrong way." "Well, it is going in the wrong direction! First it repeated floors, then it went dark outside, and now we are going—oh, I don't know, perpendicularly to something!" "Yes!" she exclaimed with a wild grin, throwing her hands out. "Yes, we're both aware! We can stop now!" They both turned their heads towards the darkness, but the darkness did not stop.

dress

"Darling," their mother stood up to greet them in German, her arms wide open as Johannes entered the enormous, brightly lit dining room. "Come here, let me look at you. Oh, you look terrible, Jan. Do you run around like this? Please, have some shame." "What do you want to bet that he was photographed like this? How long until this haircut will be all over the magazines?" their father glared up at them from his seat. "Elena, stop fussing over him already, he should know by now how to dress himself."

glance

"Other occupant?" Mrs. Rivers asked. "Young man, I live alone." He blinked his pale blue eyes, then let them run all over her poor apartment again in visible confusion. "You do?" "Well, yes, I do. Does this one room apartment look like I can fit a whole second other person in here?" "One?" the woman asked, and both her and her companion looked past Mrs. Rivers to her assortment of doors; bathroom, kitchen,          bedroom. "Yes," she asserted strongly, "one," and watched the two strange creatures exchange a glance that made her blood run hot, the sort of look that said 'oh, this poor senile old thing'.

I am tagging @marlowethelibrarian, @writingrosesonneptune, @asher-writes and @monstrify!

Your words are: sharp, sick, self and severe.

[slicedmayonnaise]

Assigning RDR2 Characters Starter Pokemon

Dutch Van Der Linde- Charmander

Hosea Matthews- Squirtle

Arthur Morgan- Bulbasaur

John Marston- Chimchar

Charles Smith- Turtwig

Javier Escuella- Finnekin

Marion "Bill" Williamson- Fuecoco

Lenny Summers- Rowlet

Sean Macguire- Grookey

Josiah Trelawny- Popplio

Kieran Duffy- Mudkip

Uncle- Quaxly

Simon Pearson- Tepig

Orville Swanson- Froakie

Leopold Strauss- Snivy

Micah Bell- Treecko

Jack Marston- Pikachu (it's the only one he knows)

Abigail Roberts Marston- Torchic

Sadie Adler- Cyndaquil

Tilly Jackson- Chikorita

Mary Beth Gaskill- Eevee

Karen Jones- Litten

Molly O'Shea- Sprigatito

Susan Grimshaw- Scorbunny

Lmk your thoughts

[thehazbins]

🍎 "hey. I like your spunk girl. You seem rebellious just like I was at one time. Interesting. " 🐍

-lucifer ( @hells-ringleader )

@hells-ringleader

"Hey-- Thanks." She smirked and ran a hand through her hair. Quirking an eyebrow. "When you've spent your adult life being ordered around like a child, you tend to rebel..." The doll-like demon tilted her head. "At one time. Why not anymore?"

[shootingxstardust]

Okay, how about a starter call! No cap. I'm mostly feeling, Marion, Rose, Mato, Klonoa, and Rock! Maybe Goji as well.

[vntagetee]

marion crane / tags

[lcngliive]

marion & alison ( @devilsmenu )

"is it a common thing for people to be brought to this place?" she asked, looking at the other. "it's so strange,"

[infcinity]

marion & benedict ( @recklcssabandon )

"you have got to be kidding me," marion sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. things had only just gotten back to normal at home after everything with the crystal skulls and now something else had happened? "you haven't seen a guy around here called indiana jones, have you? or maybe even henry jones junior." she was sure that her husband wouldn't appreciate being called that.

[likerealpeopledo-on-ao3]

Thanks for the tag @stereopticons.

Marion Johnson read aloud as he, Luis, Tim and Hawk sat gathered around the clubhouse dining table, poring over the recently published article in Baseball Digest.

“‘If the mild-mannered, spectacle-wearing Traveler’s starter Tim Laughlin is the league’s Clark Kent, then his team captain and seasoned catcher, Hawkins Fuller, is Superman. More than one female fan has lamented that Fuller’s gorgeous, notoriously clean-shaven face is unfairly obscured by the cage of a catcher’s mask, but perhaps the mask prevents mere mortals from reading what’s really happening behind those piercing blue eyes. In fact, after spending a few days with Fuller’s Superman, one begins to sense that this version may have been written by Kerouac or Camus, baseball’s antihero for the ages.’”

Hawk leaned back in his chair, voice casual, but his palms had definitely started to sweat. “Hmm, an antihero, huh? That’s one way to spin it.”

Ignoring him, Marion went on. “‘Fuller names Sandy Koufax as his baseball hero, not due to his record or talent, but primarily due to his ability to remain fiercely private. Dressed impeccably in clothing that likely costs more than a sports reporter’s annual salary, the charming, witty, and engaging Hawkins Fuller can talk for upwards of three hours at a stretch, but once he’s tucked himself into his Porsche 928 and driven away, you realize that your notebook is empty.’”

“None of this is going to stop women from throwing their panties at you on game days, Hawk, so don’t worry,” Luis offered with a quirk of his brow.

“I’ve been meaning to ask about that. Do the women bring extra underwear to throw on the field or are they taking them off right there in the stands?,” asked a horrified Tim. “Those poor bat boys.”

“What about poor me?”

“After this article, Hawk, I don’t know how much more sympathy is in your future.” Marion kept reading. “‘If you ask Hawk, he plays baseball because he can. The son of former Phillies owner, Horace, and All-American Girls League great, Estelle, some might say that Fuller was born with a silver bat in his mouth.’”

“No one would ever say that…born with a silver bat. That’s preposterous.” Tim was indignant on Hawk’s behalf, which was sweet, but wholly unnecessary. “This is a hatchet job.”

“Down, Killer.” Hawk patted Tim’s arm lightly despite the rock sitting in the pit of his stomach. He’d intended to fly under the radar and this felt…too close to the sun for his liking, but the beauty of baseball was that the season was so long that he could blend easily into the background soon enough. “It’s good. Really. Publicity is publicity.”

Tagging @jesterlesbian @lispenardsstreet @beyondxmeasure @redmyeyes and anyone else who wants to post WIPs!