#starter: winter.

[loveshard]

based on "be my fake partner so i can bring you home to meet my family during the holidays for two weeks"

muse: winter he (she/her), mid 20s, panromantic pansexual, socialite & college student

verses: human & supernatural: fairy

"it's not like you need a fake name or lie about your life. act normal and be yourself around them, just with a new, improved personality."

[notquitebuckybarnes]

Open Roleplay Starter

(TW: mental breakdown, vague bit of self-harm and small description of suicidal thoughts)

Bucky sat in a dirty alleyway, shadows swallowing his form so he wasn't to be seen. Something that he wanted right now. No, he needed it. If nobody saw him — noticed him in general — then he couldn't do more damage at least. God, he wasn't even sure in which country he was right now. What he knew through was that his head hurt like someone had tried to split it open from the inside. He knew what that meant and feeled like he would vomit yet nothing came out. He lifted his right hand, fingers burying itself in his scalp. It had happened again. HYDRA. The trigger words. It didn't matter what Bucky did. He always hurt someone. Over and over again.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears escaping nonethelessly at the side of his face and dropped to the ground. He had brought Viktor Malric Finn and Callum and even another variant of himself that also had the trigger words. His titanium hand fisted the fabric of his dark combat pants. Viktor had given it to him so he would be 'proper equipped'. Yet another thing on the repeating list. How often would such things happen, would someone use this goddamn words? What if next time he wouldn't ''only'' abduct and imprison minors and variants, but kill again?

... Perhaps Steve had been good to leave. Perhaps it would be better for everyone if Bucky would just rot in some high security cell of some government. Or just would end it all together.

He couldn't hurt anyone then anymore. Not as the Winter Soldier, not as Bucky and not intentional or unintentionally. Never again.

Yeah, that sounded like a responsible idea.

((@ireallyliketacosokay and at everyone who wants or thinks about to join: Just do it!))

[writingpromptneeds]

winter prompts. ❄️

'It's snowing!' 'I can't believe how much snow there is!' 'Did we get a blizzard?' 'Look at all this snow!' 'How do you not enjoy winter? The snow is beautiful.' 'I want to get cozy by the fire.' 'Some hot coca and a fire would be great right about now.' 'I'll get some wood for the fire.' 'Come on, we'll cuddle by the fire.' 'Let's build a snowman!' 'What happened to him? You ruined a perfectly good snowman!' 'Snowmen are over. It's time for snow dinosaurs.' 'He's so cute! Just look at the snowmen!' 'Wanna go sledding?' 'Don't you dare crash my sled.' 'Have you ever gone sledding before?' 'Oh, come on, that hill is perfect for sledding!' 'I can see it already. Death by sled.' 'Is this your first time skiing?' 'Nothing like zipping down a mountain on some skis.' 'Winter sports are the best part about winter.' 'Yeah, that's a no. I'll just hang out at the lodge.' 'Skiing is overrated. Snowboarding is better.' 'Wanna go snowboarding?' 'I want to do some jumps, come on.' 'You're definitely a snowboarder. You have that vibe.' 'Make sure to bundle up, it's cold outside.' 'Don't forget your winter coat!' 'Mittens! I love them!' 'You should get your hat, it's pretty chilly out there.' 'I can't believe how cold it is.' 'Better break out the winter coats.' 'I am not wearing five layers of clothes.' 'Are you declaring snowball war?' 'Duck for cover!' 'Snowball fight!' 'Hey, watch my head! You almost got me in the face!' 'Don't you dare shove snow down my back!' 'That is not a snowball, that's an iceball!' 'I got some gingerbread kits, wanna try one?' 'You ate half of my gingerbread house!' 'The kits are for cowards. I don't need instructions to build a structurally sound gingerbread house.' 'Yeah, so, all those candies were decorations. Not just a snack for the builder.' 'You bit my gingerbread man's head off!' 'Well, I've seen worse gingerbread creations.' 'What a time of year.'

[bassettmemes]

SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based

[⛸] our muses go ice skating on an outdoor rink

[🏒] our muses play a game of ice hockey on a frozen lake

[⛷️] our muses go skiing at a resort

[🛷] our muses go sledding down a big hill

[☃️] our muses build a snowman together

[❄️] our muses make paper snowflake decorations

[🌨️] our muses get caught in the first snow of the season

[☕] our muses make hot chocolate together

[🎄] our muses decorate a christmas tree together

[🥂] our muses toast each other on new year's eve

[🎁] our muses exchange holiday gifts

[🎅] our muses meet a mall santa

[🕎] our muses light the menorah together

[giggly-squiggily]

hi squiggly!! i saw you are doing sentence starters! if the fandom isn’t taken up yet, may i pls req lee!akutagawa and ler!atsushi with “i’m going to tickle you if you keep doing that”☺️

Myst! :D How are you friend? :3 You absolutely may ask for Lee!Aku this fine event! I love him so much- he is just a delight! Some Shin Soukoku tickles coming right up! :D

“I’m going to tickle you if you keep doing that.”

Akutagawa froze, the small bite of chocolate he thought he stole halfway to his lips. Atsushi hadn’t taken his eyes off the pot once, yet the small smile pulling on his lips was far too knowing for the brunette’s liking. “I just wanted one.”

“That’s your third. No- fourth. It’s you, afterall.” Damn, he knew him too well! “If you keep eating all the chocolate, we won’t have anything left for the cocoa.”

Akutagawa made a small noise of defeat as he put down his stolen treat, folding his arms with a small pout as Atsushi carried on mixing their drinks. He waited until the weretiger wasn’t looking before reaching out for one last bite.

A hand shot out, grabbing his wrist and pulling it upward. Seconds later, he was gasping and shouting as a hand latched onto his exposed ribs, drilling into them relentlessly. “Wheheretiger!”

“I warned you!” Atsushi cried back, laughing as he carried on gently tickling his boyfriend. “I warned you not to do it again, but did you listen? Nooooo!”

“Ahehahhha, dohohon’t! Whahahahit, the mihihihilk?”

“Already finished. I was pouring the cups when you decided to be a sneak!” Atsushi dived behind him, sinking both hands into his ribs as Akutagawa dropped to the floor. “Don’t worry-we have to let them cool anyway. Gives us plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

“I dohoohohn’t neheheheheheed a leheheh-Ehehehehhehson!” Akutagawa all but fell to the ground when those hands attacked his shoulders, his laughter reaching a new pitch. “Sthahahahp, sthhahahahap I’ll behehahhahhave!”

“Promise?” Atsushi demanded playfully, relishing in Akutagawa’s screams.

“Prohohohmise! Prhohohohomise- PELAHAHHASE!” The tickles finally came to an end, leaving Akutagawa gasping for breath. Curling up on his side, he gave a small glare towards the grinning weretiger, watching Atsushi check their drinks.

“Man, you gave out earlier than I thought. These are still way too hot.” The grey haired man sighed with a shake to the head, yelping when Akutagawa grabbed his sides from behind.

“Good to know. Now we have plenty of time for revenge.”

Send me a sentence starter and I'll write a dabble for you! :D

[naga-raja-suresh]

Who: Open

Where: The Napoleon House

Suresh stood by an open window listening to the sounds of jazz drifting through the the evening air. He was holding a glass of champagne that he hadn't taken a drink of yet. He'd done a turn about the room and had found a spot to just look and drink in the feel of people enjoying themselves. Turning his head to the person that had approached, "Lovely evening."

[pokemonaday-artillerytortoise]

Pokémon A Day - Bulbasaur (#001)

There was, somehow, a lot of pressure drawing Bulbasaur so I avoided doing it for a while. But, no better time to take action than the new year, right? Let's go!

[dcrkcrwns]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: men who are 25+ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: winter is 22, just graduated college, bottom 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: winter just graduated college and he + your character are doing their annual boys camping trip that they have done for many years now. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: boyfriend, best friend, older step brother/brother, step father/father, uncle, utp. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐜: charles melton, peter gadiot, rafael silva, chris evans, brandon larracuente, nico greetham

he was so excited. whenever it was the summer, the other man and him took their annual boys camping trip. it was something he always looked forward to. they've done this trip since winter could remember. he had some of the best memories from them. the year before was probably one of his favorites, but this year, he knew it would top this one.

when they arrived to their little spot, he was excited to go down towards the lake. the water would feel so good, especially on this hot day. but also, the fact that no one seemed to have known their little lake. the small body of water secluded from many of the main paths and areas where others set up camp. but winter walked his way down to their little lake and he started to take his clothes off. " hey, come on! you're going to miss the fun. " he said as he took off his shirt, and then his underwear. the lighter toned butt clearly evident and he laughed. " come on! " he shouted before he ran and jumped in the water.

[zerotwoooo]

Meta! Meta! There will be a little surprise on you way to the Iceberg castle :))) beware

"..."

"We have no choice then, but to continue onward."

"Uhh... yeah cause that totally doesn't sound like a trap"

"Trap or not, if we do not proceed this will never be resolved"

"Brrrrr.... I always forget how cold it is here..."

"I don't think it's you forgetting... it's definitely colder"

"...Zero..."

"..."

[loveshard]

plot: winter attempted to bake her first batch of gingerbread cookies on her own and is goading your muse to eat one muse: winter he (she/her), mid 20s, panromantic pansexual, interior design student & socialite verses: human & faerie

          "don't chicken out now! i've never seen you give up on anything." winter waved the freshly baked treat, made with love and frustration for all things betty crocker, shoving it towards their face. "one bite, that's all i'm asking."

[softassnow]

I love when I sit down and my belly lurches out a little in front of me. I haven’t weighed myself but I think I’ve put on a little winter weight/relationship weight this month. Ir feels like there’s a little bit of an extra swell to my thighs and tummy that I’ve been noticing this week. I can feel some resistance in my tightest jeans, pinching and pressing a little, reminding me that I’ve indulged in bigger portions and extra treats and haven’t been as committed to getting my steps in.

I wonder if anyone notices, I wonder if my lover will notice and will like it. I know they have said they find is sexy and love touching it and it’s always soft and squishy, so they must like something about that — but I haven’t told them of my proclivities yet.

I think I’m 10-15 (maybe 20) lbs away from my stomach starting to really starting to round out without arching my back or pushing at all.

I want to feel it when I bend at my waist, a doughy bulge, distended,with a bit of heft, a gluttonous obstruction. I want my growing overfed belly, increasingly lush and stately and to be undeniable.

not just a subtle plumpness lurking under my clothes but a real belly, a gut even.

I want people to notice my growing paunch, catch them staring.

I want people to occasionally wonder if I’m pregnant or just have a vast and fulfilled appetite. Especially when I lean back and give it a little pat. How many pounds until my belly sticks out further than my breasts, rests on my thighs or even pushes them apart? How many pounds until my shirts start riding up? How many pounds till I really look fat?

I love seeing people on here whose bellies start as little almost flat doughy pouches, like mine at its smallest and through sheer and commitment to filling themselves, get so big and mountainous that their bodies are almost totally unrecognizable. …Though I also love the fantasy of getting there because of total surrender to one’s appetites , quitting fighting the inevitable and just letting yourself get fat.

I do want to be teased because I’m already starting to at least a couple handfuls of dough in my middle and a cookie with my coffee at breakfast certainly isn’t helping

[firemadeflxsh]

Open starter

Where: Winterfell's Courtyard

When: Before the beginning of The Winter Ball, Baelon just arrived in Winterfell

Baelon did not mind the North. Actually, the only thing about it that bothered him was the cold, but he could deal with that. When he got the invitation from the King in the North to attend the event, he did not hesitate to accompany his sister. Baelon didn't want to let her attend alone, plus it was a good chance to get drunk without much judgement, it was a celebration after all. Along with that, the Starks were loyal to his mother to the very end and Baelon does not forget that. Even now, he believes that they did not forget their vows.

The trip had been a long and tiring one and Baelon could not wait to find his chambers, where a nice bed and a warm fire would be waiting for him. Winterfell was as beautiful as ever, the whole of the North was an incredible place, even though in his opinion, nothing would ever come close to his home of Dragonstone.

Baelon climbed down from his horse once they entered the courtyard of the castle. He handed the horse's lead to one of the servants that had come to meet him and his caravan, before nodding and thanking the young boy. Baelon paused for a moment, admiring his surroundings and observing who had already arrived in Winterfell. Not a familiar face, from what he could see. Although he failed to notice the figure approaching him.

[rowan-post]

m i d w i n t e r t a l e s // f a n t a s y r p m e m e

A holiday themed meme for all your fantasy muses. Add REVERSE for role reversal.

[ KINGS OF HOLLY & OAK ] Sender takes reciever to a midwinter celebration in honour of the Holly King. Once there, reciever and sender get roped into enacting the rebirth of summer by playing the part of each king - Holly and Oak - in a ceremony meant to revitalise the Oak King from his long slumber.

[ CURSE OF THE WINTER WITCH ] Sender is struck in the heart by the witch's ice and reciever tries to thaw them by any means neccesary.

[ THE WILD YULE HUNT ] Reciever attends the Wild Hunt as one of the hunters and sender is (either willingly or not) this year's prey.

[ ETERNAL WINTER'S SONG ] The sender has cast a spell to cloak the land in eternal winter; reciever comes to plead or fight with them in order to undo the spell.

[ BONFIRE WARD ] Sender and reciever have been traversing a deep, dark wood as the clock strikes midnight at midwinter. The veil is at its thinnest, and the undead walk. Now reciever and sender must huddle up and keep watch over their fire through-out the night - for if it's snuffed, untold horrors await.

[ WINTER'S SLUMBER ] Sender is caught in a blizzard and gets sirened and ensorcelled further into the storm by reciever. Sender has just laid down in the snow to let cold take them, when reciever takes pity on them and carries them to safety.

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for sentence starters, "you're so cute" with romantic ler nagi and lee reo please!

All my Blue Lock ships- oh my heart! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Reo? Are you..alright?” Nagi wasn’t sure what to think when he came in. He found his boyfriend in bed, which was normal at this hour.

What he didn’t expect was to find him completely wrapped up in his blankets, swaddled with only his eyes and nose peeking out. “I’m cold.”

Nagi stared, unmoving. Then he made a low wheezing noise as he doubled over, shoulders twitching at each laugh that escaped. “You’re so cute!” He cried, nearly collapsing on the spot when Reo hid within his cocoon. “Wahait come bahahck!”

“No! You’ve lost your Reo-privilages.” The comment alone nearly broke Reo himself, especially when he felt Nagi collapse on the bed before him. “Come back later and maybe I’ll let you in.”

“Oo, so that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Nagi closed the distance, climbing into his boyfriend’s lap as he worked to smooth down the wrinkled fabric. “Reeeo, let me in?”

No response. Nagi tugged some more, finding a corner. “Reeeooooo~” When that didn’t work, he wormed his way beneath the blanket, invading his boyfriend’s safezone.

Seconds passed. Then…

“GAHA!” Reo practically all but screamed when his thighs were grabbed, Nagi squeezing them with reckless abandon as he thrashed in his entrapment. “Nahahhahgi, noohohohhoohoho! Stahhaahp thahhahhat!”

“I’m a home invader.” Nagi’s reply was muffled by blankets, his giggles soft as he moved one hand up to Reo’s waist, squeezing that as well. “I’ve broke in to steal all your jewels.”

“Ahehahahha! Tahhahahke thehehehm! Thhahhek my jehwhehehehwels- juuhuhust leahahhave my trehahahhahsure!” Reo cried back, his laughter dying down some when Nagi appeared before him. “Juhuhuust leahahve my Nahhagi, pleahhahse…”

“Aww.” The white haired teen leaned in and kissed his nose, fingers tracing the outskirts of his ribcage while Reo giggled on. “Hey Reo- I chased away the home invader. It’s Nagi again.”

“Grehahhat..that’s goohohod to knoohow. Stahahp, just lay down and hohold me!” The tickles finally came to an end as Nagi did as so, snuggling close and kissing his cheek. “Wehehlcome home, I suppose.”

“Good to be home.”

Send me a sentence starter and I'll write a dabble for you! :D

[ryderthornton]

Open Starter: Kismet Harbor's 100th Annual Winter Festival

Ryder decided that instead of going back to his apartment alone and just binge watching some tv shows or flipping through his phone, that he would check out the annual winter festival that was happening. There was a lot to do and he was sure that he could have a better night than just staying at home. He walked over to a booth selling some hot chocolate, making sure to get some before checking out the different games they had. “Ooo ice fishing and snow tubing. What to do first so many choices.”he said out loud.

[atlasnolanarchive]

open for: @starteroaks

where: @ the giant board games, dealer's choice what game they're playing!

"I think I've got this in the bag," Atlas says with a little too much confidence for someone who doesn't have his next move figured out -- nothing new there. He leans down slightly, peering closely at the board as if trying to invoke some sort of clairvoyant vision for where they would move next so he could best it.

"Your go."