#miles starter

[dstortedstudios]

starter for @irxnlegacy

"No," he spoke adamantly, "nuh-uh, deep dish is way too much sauce, gotta get through all that mess just t' get to some cheese..." He scoffed a bit. "I don't need a marinara bath when I'm jus' tryin' t' grab a slice." As comedic as it was, he placed his hands on his hips as he and Riri stood atop his apartment building. He was in his full uniform, mask and all, and his focus was solely on this very important topic.

[spiders-and-flowers]

Open starter - date?

“Hi!”

She waves, having walked up to you with a charming grin that carried mischief. “What’s your name? Age? Pronouns? Wanna go on a date with my brother—?” Wait what?

You don’t get to to protest before she’s dragging you over to a boy no older than 15 with curly black hair.

[whosmoraless]

you ever find urself face-down in an alley at like 2am nd you realize, "oh, this might be how i die". every hope and dream ive ever had and everythng ive ever wanted to do and could ever do is all gnna be snuffed. oit right here in some rsndom street on a sunday night while im wearing fuckifjn spandex. and i have school tomrro1w but maybe i wont.

❆ · ( open starter ) · ❆

With a groan, Miles lets his phone fall out of his hand; it somehow being the only thing on him that didn't get broken.

Maybe he's being overdramatic. He doesn't care. Doesn't... really care about much at all, actually. Shock makes you do crazy shit-- like make a vaguely concerning Tumblr post after a bungled patrol then immediately shut his phone off rather than call for help.

Not like he could feasibly do the latter anyways. Last thing he wants is for Spider-man to have a medical record, much less at his mom's hospital. Would the bite have messed with his body enough that he couldn't go through normal medical procedures?

... besides, if Spider-man has to call for help, that doesn't make him much of a protector, huh?

What kind of a protector, a good one at that, gets his ass beaten within an inch of his life on what was supposed to a normal, routine patrol? Crawls away to a random back alley to lick his wounds alone? If anyone saw him like this, he'd never live it down-- assuming he were still alive to see the headline anyways.

Fluffy snowflakes start falling, ever so daintily landing on Miles's overheated body, on his eyelashes. (huh. When did his mask lenses get shattered?) They contrast with the night sky like stars. The city noises turn into a hazy blur, like it's all a million miles away. The cars, a dog barking, the faint background buzz of electrical wires.

Not a bad place to die, Miles thinks with startling calmness.

He didn't expect what he believes is the end of his life to be so.... calm. Atmospheric, almost. Not like he's complaining though; too out of it to be worried. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier. His thoughts slow to what feels like sludge.

He doesn't register the crunch of shoes on pavement approaching him.

[fuzzyghost]

[teecupangel]

Was looking at Pokémon that are red cause of reasons, don’t ask it doesn’t make sense, and then had the thought: Desmond reborn as Charmander. And just imagining him growing up into a Charizard. Like, especially in an au where Desmond comes from a universe without Pokémon into this one, he’s just adjusting to “oh fuck I’m an animal?!” into “oh fuck I can breathe fire?!?!” and juuuuust when he’s getting over the concept and feeling of evolving, he becomes a Charizard and has a moment of “Wait…I have wings…I’M A DRAGON?!?!”

Meanwhile, Ezio/Altaïr/Ratonhnhake:ton (whoever you wanna put him with) just watch on in pure confusion as their partner Pokémon has a breakdown.

Okay, what if it was a First Gen Pokemon AU where Desmond is one of the three starter Pokemons in Monteriggioni, the first ‘town’ in the continent they are in and the headquarters of the Brotherhood.

They’re just called the Brotherhood, not the Assassin Brotherhood, and they’re rivals with the Order.

So three teenagers come to age and gets to pick their starter Pokemon before going on a journey across the continent to battle gym leaders and be legible to join the tournament held annually during the end of the year.

These young teenagers?

In Desmond’s eyes, they look exactly like Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Oh.

And apparently he was now a lizard with a flaming tail.

What the fuck.

The last thing he remembers is emptiness that made him sleepy.

When he woke up, he was there, in the middle of a large circular scifi looking table with a blue turtle with a curly tail and some kind of animal with a large closed plant on its back and…

Holy shit.

What the hell is this place?

He could see his reflection from one of the nearby monitors and he was a red lizard with a flaming tail.

He began to flap his tail, accidentally smacking the turtle who let out an indignant “Squirtle!” and smacked him back with his own tail.

Desmond, still not used to his new center of balance, staggered and accidentally slammed against the plant animal on his other side who went “Bulba-saur!” and…

All three stared at the sudden all out brawl happening on the presentation table as Ezio asked, “Uuhhh, Tio…?”

“Such lively Pokemons.” Mario simply laughed it off, “Don’t worry. We’ll heal them once you picked your first Pokemons!”

“Are you telling us to pick now?” Ratonhnhaké:ton asked with a frown.

“Yes. And…” Mario grinned at them, “As your first duty as a Pokemon trainer, you three should stop them from fighting too.”

“You just don’t want to get between that fight yourself.” Altaïr dryly said.

Mario just laughed instead of denying it.

(You decide who gets Desmond. By this point, you guys know me enough to know which one I would pick hahahahaha)

[grievedifferent]

[ SMS ] : Hey...

[ SMS ] : You up?

miles is typing ...

[ SMS ] : Hello??

miles is typing ...

[ SMS ] : Respond to me.

— open starter from miles upshur

[musedbyalli]

Miles Edgeworth Open Starter

"I do watch movies sometimes, I don't know why that surprises you." Miles generally waited until movies were available for him to watch from the comfort of his home rather than going to a movie theatre to watch.

[monsterqueers]

Putting your Squirtle starter in the fridge for winter, kissing it goodnight to see in a few months, it sleepily waving goodbye as you shut the door.

[auntie-browning]

||: Alright, I think it might be time to try a starter call now. Like this post so I can try and whip up something. This goes out for people who are also new here. Prefer messaging to plot something out but I'm fine also trying to wing it.

||: Specify your muse if you can, please~

[burnishedrebel]

Open Starter

Miles Sterling - 40, heterosexual, professor

Plot: Miles is about to start marking term papers when your muse sends him something far more salacious than a thesis. Your muse can be a student, ex-student, fellow professor, significant other, hookup or anything fitting. 

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Comfortably seated with a cup of tea by his side, adorned in a thick cardigan, Miles clicked on the notification without thinking. A vivid image filled his screen. Smooth, exposed skin and intricate lace, with delightful curves and a knowing glint in her eyes. Shock shot through Miles. His heart skipped a beat and then began pounding. Adrenaline wasn’t far behind. As seconds passed and he kept staring, he felt stirring in his pants, his cock unable to resist the sensual sight before him. 

His phone started ringing, prompting Miles to reluctantly look away from the laptop. His disappointment was abated when he saw their name. He picked up instantly. “This is quite the surprise…” he began, his gaze falling back onto their image as he spoke. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[wastedtimcs]

open starter based on x

"and why exactly would i help you make your shitty ex jealous?" miles asked with a raised brow as he looked at his friend while pouring them both a drink. "you do realize that if people see us making out they're going to think that we're together and i'm off the market, right? that doesn't help me at all."

[gethxme]

"i'm really not sure what you want me to say here, laurel. you know i'm not good at these kinds of conversations." @meowindie

[blcssom]

open to: any !plot: linked in source !

their predictable nature was one of the things bowie liked most about them, honestly, a fact he doted on as the door swung open to the diner's back alley. "i'll never understand your desire to look at trash when we have a perfectly good break room." perfectly good may have been an exaggeration. it was just a corner of the kitchen with a folding chair and table set up, after all. "todd told me you got stuck with the PTA crowd at table ten.... i'd be willing to trade. for a price, of course."

[stalkist]

open to: females. plot: inspired by the ' house party ' prompt from here. she can be totally open and down for it, or she can feel peer pressured into going along with them. connection: the girlfriend of one of them, the sister of one of them, the best friend of their girlfriends, the ex of one / both of them, someone in their close friend group ( bonus points if she's the only girl ) trying to fit in with them, an easy f.uck who's probably been passed around a couple times, and anything else welcome. please don't like this starter.

the party might have died down compared to the chaos at its earlier height but the joviality of the close friend group certainly remains. drinks scattered around them as they herd at the couches, the music pumping out of nearby speakers, flynn's attention is stolen by the female approaching. “ there she is ! i wondered where you went. ” makes a show of welcoming her back, smile of approval warming male's features as he eyes her dress, “ look at you all dressed up. why don't you give us a spin ? ”

blues snap to the female as his buddy's greeting rings out, teeth skimming bottom lip as he openly ogles her body. though he had forgotten she was even here at the party, upon seeing her again, miles does not plan on repeating that mistake. “ why don't you take it off ? ” blond pipes up immediately after flynn's suggestion, earning the braying laughs of his peers, lifting his hands to his mouth to playfully chant, “ take. it. off. ”

[prophvtics]

"when forming a relationship like this, it's important that we are both clear on what the other person wants and needs, having this time to sit down beforehand will mean we shouldn't have as many interruptions later on during our sessions." years into his career and miles still found starting conversations with potential clients an awkward experience. sex was easy, figuring out how to provide exactly what was needed was a fun exercise for his brain and with few others like him offering his specific kind of service, he was able to be picky with the vast amount of people interested in paying his extortionate fees. still, getting the ball rolling was a delicate procedure. "we can start with you telling me what you're looking for. what are the sort of things you're interested in exploring?"

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @deathfavor

     ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, a low table before them set with tea for two and four solid walls standing tall on every side, all awash in the warm glow of lantern light. While the small room is nothing extravagant-- certainly not by the Heavenly Court's standards --it feels as though they are inside a dream, one where they haven't yet fallen from the precipice of ignorant, blind faith. Strange, to now fully understand the difference between feeling and knowing.

     𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 a familiar face and hardly recognize it.

     𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬... 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙.

    𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 became of Ling Wen after the fall of the Heavenly Emperor. They know even less about what she did, only that whatever transpired was egregious enough to result in the requirement that two officials remain just beyond the doorway, ready to cut the conversation short at a moment's notice.

     𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. More than they have the right to. Time is of the essence, yet they hesitate, aching to indulge in old habits. Why ruin a perfectly nice visit by rushing into business right away? If serious matters must control the stream of conversation, then pleasantries and idle chatter are the stones through which it should naturally meander. That is the philosophy the Shi Qingxuan of yesteryear would follow. And they miss being that Shi Qingxuan; they miss it terribly. But they did not request one last audience with Ling Wen to fall back into playing pretend.

    "𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐧-𝐳𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧."

    𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞, a far cry from the ebullient greetings that would float like dandelion seeds from their lips as soon as she came into view. How long had it taken for them to transition from regarding her with distrust to holding her in high respect-- in admiration? And how long will it take for that childish image of the untouchable foremost Civil Goddess of the Heavenly Courts to go up in flames? If there are any curtains left to pull back, then the time to do so is now, even if it is done with trembling fingers.

      𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, mechanically reaching for the teapot. "We've both seen better days, haven't we? Hahaha..." The impropriety of their words ring loud. Ge would have boxed their ears for it. Their laughter cracks in half.

     𝙂𝙚. He's part of the reason they're here. She must know that. He is the one thing they have left in common. Their hand remains poised over the teapot, eyes burning. When they blink, an image of the tampered scroll superimposes itself on their vision. They don't want to believe anyone else was dragged into this mess. Nor do they want to believe anyone else would willingly participate. Ignorance, as it turns out, is a hard vice to quit even after it's been torn away. They pick the teapot up, but they do not pour.

   "...𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?"