#open starter {if you dare}

[xianzhuan]

The air was thick with mist, curling like ghostly fingers through the abandoned temple. The ruins stood forgotten at the heart of the Black Lotus Marsh, their jade pillars cracked and worn with age. Vines snaked through the stone, gripping the remnants of a past long erased from history. Yet, tonight, the ruins pulsed with an eerie glow, as if awakening from centuries of slumber.

A lone traveler had dared to venture into these forsaken lands, drawn by whispers of an ancient power. The villagers had warned against it—tales of a specter draped in peacock-feathered silk, a phantom who lingered between life and death. “He does not take kindly to the living,” they had said. “Once summoned, he does not let go.”

Yet here they stood, before the shattered altar of the Phantom Peacock Sect. A single candle flickered in the traveler’s trembling hands, its feeble light swallowed by the encroaching darkness. A ritual had been performed—an offering of rare jade, crushed black lotus petals, and a single drop of blood.

And then, silence.

Not the natural stillness of an empty ruin, but something deeper. The kind of silence that suffocates, that makes the heart hammer against the ribs. The kind that tells you something unseen is watching.

A breath of cold air ghosted across the traveler’s neck.

Then, a voice.

Smooth as silk, yet woven with the weight of the dead.

“You are either foolish or desperate.”

A figure emerged from the darkness, his presence shifting the very air. Draped in robes that shimmered with an unnatural green glow, embroidered with feathers that gleamed like the eyes of a phantom peacock, he carried himself with effortless grace. His long, ink-dark hair cascaded over his shoulders, adorned with golden ornaments that caught the dim candlelight. His face was hauntingly beautiful, but his pale skin held an unearthly chill, and his eyes—golden, like smoldering embers—pierced through the soul.

Xian Zhuan

The last master of the Phantom Peacock Sect. The lord of abyssal necromancy.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, the weight of his presence alone enough to send shivers down the spine. In his hand, he twirled a single peacock feather between his fingers, its iridescent colors shifting unnaturally in the dim light.

“I have slumbered for centuries, yet you call me forth,” he mused, tilting his head, a ghost of amusement curling at the edge of his lips. “Tell me, little one… what is it that you seek?”

His voice was soft, intimate, yet dangerous—like a blade pressed lightly against the throat.

The mist swirled around them, dark tendrils stretching as if alive, whispering in forgotten tongues. The spirits had gathered, awaiting the traveler’s answer.

For once summoned, Xian Zhuan did not let go.

[seven-circlllxs]

The idea of an Extermination Day post-Adam was a very very big worry in Charlie's mind.

It was, in fact, the worry that she had been dancing around for most of the year. Sure, she had been promoting the Hotel and trying her best to welcome in more guests, but the ever-present What If? of it all was making her hooves burn with anxiety.

So-! She had arranged for a special radio broadcast to be played ad nausem on every wave available.

Sinners. I know that the upcoming New Year can be scary, but all must know that the doors to the Hazbin Hotel will be open! For those who wish to shelter, or for those who simply want a happier holiday, please feel free to venture to the tip of the Pentagram this New Years Eve and join us! All will be welcomed! No soul will be turned away!

[darkstarkiller]

Ethan Brooks Starter:

The past few days seemed to have dragged on for months, after a particularly nasty mission he had been laying low for a while at a safe house. There were a group of cutthroats now dead because of him, they had been part of a growing organisation that would now all be on alert, looking for the ones responsible. In the early hours of the morning, he had spring awake, hearing the creaking sound of someone walking on the floorboards. Getting onto his tiptoes, he slowly approaches the door, walking barefoot as he slides it open, holding a handgun at the opening. Whoever it was had to know he was here, he didn’t want to run, he hated running. “Whoever you are, show yourself! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way!” he demanded, raising his voice as sweat dripped down his brow. 

[phoenixfiiire]

He's made dinner. Do you dare to try it?

[routinestripes]

TAG DUMP

(this is for my own reference.. just ignore this)

[general-kalani]

"As if being stolen from my herd wasn't bad enough now I have to be stuck in all this nonsense. And it looks like Man is fighting itself. As usual. Typical nonsense."

[bittcnneck]

Lacey looks at you like this what do you do

Hug her

kiss her

say hi to her

go crazy bc she's so cute

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Please reblog or comment to this if you want a starter from the purple dinosaur himself!

[petitsdieu]

*𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔: basics.

[kizhavvorsa]

Open to: Males

verse: modern

plot: cheating husband/boyfriend/fwb etc

“I can’t do this anymore.” Dany looked at him. She was that desperate to create a family of her own, something she didn’t have that she ignored all the red flags. Less time with her, more hours at work, less cuddling no more date nights it was starting to get exhausting. “You need to stop this. I can't pretend I don’t know anymore.” Dany pull him by his arm. “Look at me.” She snapped, finally getting his attention. “Instead of leaving for the night, coming back and reeking of alcohol and perfume… Covered with lipstick in all the places you think I can't see. Start staying home and making an effort with me.” Right now was not the best time for her to find out she was pregnant, praying that it was a false positive in the mess but she took three more tests, all coming back the same. “And your unborn child.”

[the-solar-panel]

"My eyes are up here."

[eclipseoflight]

She's currently curled up on the ground, breathing frantically while clutching her head. She can't hear much other than the thrumming of her own heart in her ears.

"No.... no no no...."

[daedapix]

"..."

[stellarhistoria]

"... Am I even really a person anymore..?"

he was part nobody, part human. he didn't feel like either. they felt wrong, they felt like knives scratching brands into his skin. as if they were less denominations and more death sentences.

he was already a monster. why call him by another name?

"If Arthur doesn't care, then..."

does.. does arthur care?

"..."

no. he's lex's best friend. why would that change anything?

"At least I don't have to worry about Arty leaving..."

[bittcnneck]

"Good evening, sir/ma'am." A young woman dressed up in a cook outfit stops in front of the dining table. "I am Lacey. The Chef and the owner of this estableshment. I was told by one of my workers that you have asked for me."

will they complain? Will they praise the food? She strives to make people happy, so she hopes for the latter.

[needlxd]

« did you know symbiotes could have a specific food taste? like, beyond raw meat? 'cause i didn't. » she is staring at just how much of her bank account has been spent at various indian restaurants for take - out. not that she regrets it, but she's realizing it's the only thing she eats now.