#open starter tag.

[azurescaled]

A body stirred slowly as he sat up, placing a hand on his head. His head killed him as he slowly climbed to his feet. He reached back, and a visible sigh of relief left him as he felt the familiar leather of his sword's grip. He focused, and a flicker of flame formed within his other hand.

[So I can still call upon Ifrit.]

Where in name of the Founder had he been sent? The last thing he remembers was Ultima dying, and then channeling what power he had left to rid the world the mothercrystals.

He had many thoughts that he wanted to deal with, but the sound of a branch cracking causes him to quickly turn, staring at the direction of the source of sound.

"Come out. I already heard your approach."

[azurescale]

sticks his tongue out.

[azurescale-a]

He's willing to allow someone to touch his horns. This is a one time offer.

[lannioness]

open starter for mutuals only !! <3

❛ i am sure you've got a good explanation as to why you're hovering over the queen. ❜

[reyno-solis-real]

Open Starter - Christmas

You see Rey decorating the large Christmas tree in the center of camp, his tail wagging. He’s putting up a few ornaments and climbing up a ladder to hang some string lights when he hears you approach, turning around.

“Hey! Wanna help me with this?” he calls out to you.

What do you do?

Tags: @another-argo , @cabinseventheaterchick

Let me know if you want to me added/removed!

-Mod Cole

[voidmarkd]

#voidmarkd; an indie, selective and fandomless portrayal of Atlas Fitzgerald, featuring themes as life in a coven, rebirth through death, marked by the void, necromancy, betrayal and abandonment, the blood and the burden, keeper of forgotten graves, [ . . . ] mutuals only. 21+. low activity. eng/ger. ♱ carrd ♱ memes ♱ open starters

[lostxones]

open to females plot: ‘we’re on a roadtrip with some friends and we have to share a hotel room and there’s only one bed and a whole lot of sexual tension

"Listen, I tried to talk them into getting us another room and I guess they're fully booked for the night." Finley looked at the bed before glancing at his roommate for the night. "At least it's a king size, right?" He wasn't opposed to the idea of sharing a bed, but he wasn't sure how she was feeling about the situation. "I can probably see if one of the guys' rooms has a couch or something I could crash on."

[katherine-fisk]

@president-loki-official

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@maryfisk

@policedepartment-ny

@madame-gao

@theee-enchantress

@mercwithamouth-wade

@the-w0lverine

@misterjameswesley

@the-barnes-girl

@verygoodlawyer

[penelope-is-waiting]

Open Starter.

*You walk outside in the middle of the night to find Penelope sitting on the steps alone. She seems to be crying. As you approach, she wipes away the tears pretending she is fine but clearly is still very upset*

Oh, hello, sorry about that. What are you doing awake? *she tries to force a smile*

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Ooc:

Taglist: uhhhh this ima just tag people you don't have to respond or if you want to respond or if you want to respond from a different account i tried not to double tag people i know have multiple accounts (although i may have accidentally whoops sorry) and if I didn't tag you but you want to join please do I love when people do that :) @telemachus-is-lost @telemachus-of-ithaca @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @unhinged-as-hell @heraaaaaaaa @clown-energy-skyrocketing @little-starshark-with-wings @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca @daonedaonlyskh

[mireya-the-awkward-extrovert]

Open Starter☆

You come across Mireya, sitting by the lake and staring off into the distance. As you approach, you hear the quiet sound of soft sobbing. Her face is turned away from you, her shoulders shaking slightly.

What do you do?

Npt☆♡

@one-of-apollos

@archery-and-musicals

@iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway

@arisdaughter

@random-daughter-of-hades

@best-siblings-ever

@gwengracecameron

(sorry if you didn't want to be pinged)

[azurescale]

leaves a a bite mark on someone's shoulder.

[azurescale-a]

He flicks his tail aggressively.

[caleb-majhi]

OPEN STARTER for @aurorabaystarter at location of your choice

CLOSED - if you wanted to reply, DM me for a new thread, thanks :)

“I don’t know what to tell you,” 

There isn’t much else to argue about the situation. His phone rings when he’s on shift, he answers. It’s his paycheck, and their inconvenience isn’t his problem. It isn’t, once he gets out of the area.

“I was called for a tow, so it’s gotta be towed.”

[reyno-solis-real]

Open Starter - Orchestra

You had known Camp Half Blood had an orchestra for quite some time, but whether you did or didn’t visit, or even played, was up to you.

Now, though, you saw dozens of campers rehearsing for a performance that was in a week. Tubas, flutes, trumpets, violins, every instrument you could think of.

Towards the back, you saw Rey - he could be heard throughout the entire room, his huge bass drum causing a ruckus. He and the other percussionists switched instruments sometimes, but he was mainly on the bass drum.

He spots you, gesturing excitedly to you, a grin on his face showing off his canines.

What do you do?

taglist: (lmk if you wanna be added or removed!) @another-argo @cabinseventheaterchick @plaza-nashla @orion-the-hunterpt2

[thrpr0phetuseek]

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

[why-the-heck-not]

2nd batch of sourdough! Lots better than the first, actually got some crumb structure this time (bc the starter is finally ready for bread)