#send me random starters!

[inpryno]

my first day off in two weeks & it feels good to be alive < 3

[laugtherhyena]

Other thingys that happened while gaming (Lady's really just fucking around huh)

[feveredbcnes]

Closed Starter II @coastercrushed

"Not exactly the Hilton, but it'll do..." Reynardine spoke to himself with a snorted laugh, wiggling his backpack off and surveying his surroundings by wandering around. Crazy Fun Park; more like Creepy Fun Park. The neon sign was barely holding on - obsolete and rundown - much like the rest of the place, but somebody without a home was the least to complain. It had plenty of covered areas, perfect for protection against the elements and, most importantly, being hidden from those who viewed him as a nuisance. He'd lost count of how many times he was told to move along by authority or disgruntled shop owners, convinced that he was there to steal or bother the public. Reynardine had done neither; he was the last person to cause a fuss. All he wanted was somewhere safe to sleep. And tonight, that luxury came in the form of an abandoned amusement park.

"If any ghosties are here, I promise tha' I'll leave in the mornin', a'right?" The silence of empty places always unnerved him, and he found that he slept better after speaking aloud to the void. With that, Reynardine pushed himself into the far corner of a games' stall after jumping the counter, dragging his backpack closer and settling it between his legs. Everything he owned was in it. With one last cautionary glance towards the counter, he yanked his hood over his face and closed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest in a bid to reserve warmth. He could certainly tick off this place on his ever-growing list of weirdest places to sleep.

[minediamonds]

@lightcreators liked here for a starter from Hua for Philip Butler.

It's been a while since Hua had helped a ghost. And to be honest, she's not too upset about it. She's got plenty of material for her novel, after all. And she's still adjusting to all of this. She can see ghosts? What? Why? She has barely been able to process anything. Luckily, that's what her writing is for.

As she walks down the street, on the way to meet a friend for coffee, she walks into a man, an unfamiliar one. "Oh, sorry. Excuse me." She says with a small smile. But the man doesn't move. She walks to try to get around him, but it doesn't work. "Uh....excuse me!" She says, her voice higher than usual in her panic. She doesn't want to be late meeting her friend and she doesn't know what the man's problem is. Why is he preventing her from reaching her destination?

"Uh, can I help you?" She asks, desperately. Maybe he needs something that she can give him, so she can do that and be on her way.

[nagweon]

ㅤi'd like to get some interactions going here, so!! like this post for a little something (and please, if you don't mind, comment with which boy you'd prefer. i'd appreciate that help a lot)!!

[hxzelwallflower]

ooc.♡ˎˊ˗ Gentle reminder that sometimes I lose track of my mutuals/threads unless we interact on a daily basis. I try to keep up with things by drafting and replying them when I have energy, and while there are plenty of ya'll I want to write with it's a matter or reminding myself to send shit in sadkjnsda-

[clown-demon]

((Tbh one way to get me to chat and stuff-- if you interact with my posts in some way. Whether it be from replying to them or liking them. I am really shy but seeing people actually interact with me-- it tells me I'm just not another number on your following list.

EVERYONE I follow I wish to interact with. And everyone is MORE THAN WELCOME to chat with me in IMs, add me on Discord, send me asks, send memes, tag me in random starters.

IF I AM FOLLOWING YOU I MOST CERTAINLY WANT TO INTERACT. I AM ENCOURAGING YOU ALL TO INTERACT WITH ME. IT WOULD HONESTLY MAKE ME REALLY HAPPY. <3

[tiredg0ds]

write me starters !!!

[outoftheirdifferences]

Open starter?

She knew she shouldn't. Still, when she'd been rummaging through the overturned trash can and found a fancy collar with its license still attached, Angel had lost herself for a moment. A symbol of the home and family that she so longed for... clearly it wasn't meant to be in the trash, but that was neither here nor there. Before she'd really thought it through, she was slipping the thing on over her head. The weight of the tag, one that she was passingly familiar with but hadn't experience for oh so long, nestled against her breastbone, and for just a moment Angel allowed herself to get carried away in her fantasies.

Heart in her throat for a moment, she turned to the nearest reflective surface, expecting just for a moment for her reflection to take the form of a smart, happy house-dog staring back at her, a mirror into a life she could never have...

Instead, she saw only a filthy, scruffy street puppy playing dress-up.

Immediately disgusted with herself, Angel pulled back from the reflection. She felt stupid, what had she expected, what was she even doing? As much as she might wish and dream, she could never belong in such a life; and if the weight of the collar felt comfortable, well, it wasn't an honour that she deserved to wear anyway.

She sighed heavily.

Then, suddenly, her ears pricked up. She could hear the sound of someone approaching, paw pads on the ground... and it belatedly occurred to Angel just how dead she would be if Buster or anyone from the pack saw her like this. Wrapping her jaws around the collar, she tried to rip it off, but it got caught on her matted fur, she couldn't get it back over her head--

So it was a relief when the approaching figure resolved itself into someone other than who she had been dreading. Still feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself, Angel nonetheless let the collar drop back into place for a moment.

"Don't ask. Please."

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

Slight frame nearly swimming in too-big clothes that used to belong to Jack, Anne is hunched over the meat on her plate to cut it away from the bone; eats it right off the blade. She’s sat in silence at the table in Spanish Jackie’s, apparently disinterested in the conversation between the two men seated with her.

“Ain’t our problem you an’ Teach ain’t gettin’ along,” she sneers it from beneath the brim of her hat, the first words out of her mouth since Izzy Hands has joined them. Hands is fine, but Anne won’t say the same about his shadow. She has reason to tolerate Jack’s shite, watch his back. None exists for Teach and his endless drama.

“Listen dude,” Jack addresses Izzy in a casual tone. “Rapunzel’s always a hoot, but the partner in crime says “no-can-do”.” That seems to be that until the pair exchange a glance. The silence is brief, yet a wordless discussion clearly passes between them. Whatever it is Anne scoffs and shakes her head, amused.

“Unless of course,” Jack leans forward with his arms folded on the table, shit-eating grin flashing at Izzy, “there was something in it for your ol’ buddies Jack and Anne.”

@isrighthand

[tacitusauxilium]

[prof-layton]

I love texting my friends and spamming them and I hope every time they see a new notification they go, "what's this guy going about now?"

[heartsintertwine]

Mutuals like this for an ask / also specify who you want me to send to you (make sure you specify who it’s for if you are a multi muse blog)

[fallenangels234]

❤️ Like this gif or comment to get an starter from this mysterious angel

(ask box open for prompts, memes too. Always welcome.. Send me something! :) )

[supercreig]

It's not such a huge deal for me, but when I reblog ask memes, I hardly get anything in my inbox for them, which makes me wonder if I'm just really intimidating somehow, if it's because I have anon off (which I do because I have major trust issues on this godforsaken website and I will only turn it on upon request of mutuals I am close with and can trust, and then I turn the option back off), or maybe no one sees me reblogging them somehow, or people are unsure what to send. I can also reblog ooc/mun memes and get nothing in my inbox.

[ednaeflowers]

hello s.ailor m.oon blogs