#starter;; new beginnings

[arabian-dream]

Like for a Hakime starter? Mutuals Only!

[shima-draws]

AAAAAAAA OMG only 193 eggs for this one!!

[thwipsnapped]

hello, please like this post for a lyric starter. i may also send some memes your way !

[clochanamarch]

" look. i know you don't owe me, nor anyone else, a blessed thing. but i wouldn't have picked up the phone if i'd thought of any other option. and i'm not asking you to do anything bad. i promise. i would never do that. but this does need to be done, and i don't trust anyone else the way i trust you. we just need to follow a few leads. nobody gets hurt. i swear to you, @ziminiysoldat. " / S.C.

[uravityxo]

🍓⸝⸝˚₊・like ! this post for a starter from ochako uraraka ♡ i may send a lil message to plot, or i may go crazy go stupid !!

[why-the-heck-not]

ugh gonna have to start a new sourdough starter; this one has a bit of mold in the sides of the jar (not on the starter itself) and ik some ppl on the internet say u could just take some of it out to a new jar and keep going, I think the safest bet is to just start over. It's only a month old, and better to go back a month than to always wonder if I'm lowkey poisoning myself every time I make bread (and wouldn't feel comfortable abt sharing that bread/starter with other ppl bc one thing to poison urself, but others?? that's a big no).

[boombambaby]

[ Closed Starter for @adorable-feisty-misfit ]

One word; Yzma. One minute, Kuzco was strolling through the palace halls at a relaxed step, admiring the long line of portraits of himself in various poses and states of dress lining the walls. His newest royal advisor kept pace with him, walking by his side and steadily reading off of a list of ‘to do’ items to be completed or dismissed within the next week. They were still running damage control from Yzma’s power grab, removing all traces of her likeness from the palace and deciding what if any of her ‘changes’ could be kept. “. . . The royal bust she commissioned for the front entrance— “ “Scrap it.” “— Eggplant colored drapes lining the throne room and adorning all of the public hallways within the palace— “ “Nope. Eggplant, shmegplant. Who even likes that color?” A pause, and he chuckles at his bad attempt at a joke. “You know what I mean. Forget it. Next.” “— She sent a courier to each village to speak with the village leaders and figure out when their harvest would be complete for her coronation ceremony.” “Hm. Might not be a bad idea to keep at least part of that one.” “— She planned a new temple to be built in your honor, to be finished by early next week.” “Nope. Not dead. X-nay, the emple-teh. Next.” It continued like that for some time, the two of them making their leisurely way towards the throne room where he was to oversee the peasants complaints and delegate responsibility for new projects to his council. Kuzco dismisses his advisor as they turn the corner, waving him off so he can head to the throne room proper to meet with his Royal Scribe ahead of the peasant petitions-- which is exactly when he spots what looks like a lost . . . child? Wandering around the halls. ". . . Well, this can't be good."

[warriorled]

you know the drill, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later.

[revearies]

you know what, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later. please specify muse or fandom.

[prosebushpatch]

So I decided to restart my animal crossing new leaf for the 3ds file completely but I didn't know that Tom Nook would OFFER TO BUY the entire town and let you carry over the money to the new town and it's hysterical because the mayor basically peaces out, cashes in on 30 million bells, changes entire identity, and accidentally becomes the mayor in a new town. There's a fanfic there but I'm too lazy to write it.

[soiasan]

// Mythal has received an invitation to a funeral.

The castle had never been so brightly lit.

Odd, considering it was the last princess of Arlathan who had died so suddenly. Something about her personality inspired the elven kingdom to put on a party, a celebration of life, instead of preparing funerary rites. Her older sister, Ashara, had died only a few months prior. Perhaps the nobility grew tired of mourning?

Attendees tried laughing and dancing and drinking through the pain. But Solas saw hints of tears and balled fists as he walked through the ornate banquet hall. He also heard whispers on his back.

Is that the Dread Wolf?

How dare he come here!

It would seem Elgar’nan’s sentimental nickname for him was catching on amongst the People. So was Solas’ reputation. Elven nobles sidestepped him, as if his gaze was enough to render them to piles of dust. But the servants and slaves stole curious, hopeful glances his way. They, clearly, heard a different set of stories about him.

Solas settled on the wall furthest from the party. To his right was a golden statue of June, of all people, and to his left, stood the noble Solas had advised in a dream a few days before the youngest princess’ death. His name was Aelon.

Aelon had come to Solas then, his body shaking with the most desperate of loves. The young noble had asked his ‘gods’ for guidance before his distress drove him to seek out the Dread Wolf. With Solas, Aelon shared a story of meeting a beautiful woman at Princess Ashara’s funeral. Oh, but alas, he couldn’t speak with her. Not there! That would be indecorous. So, how, O Fen’Harel, could he ever be reunited with her? To Solas, the answer was simple. They met at one funeral, they will meet at the next.

He told Aelon to kill the king’s remaining daughter.

Now here they were. Though Aelon had taken Solas’ advice, the young noble still glared at Solas as if he was the guilty one.

But it wasn’t Solas who had poisoned the princess. It was Aelon. In this instance, Solas was guilty of only one thing: he had come to find Mythal before she came to find him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the All-Mother arrive with some choice devotees orbiting her. Solas knew that she, along with other Evanuris, had ignored Aelon’s prayers. Solas also knew that the King of Arlathan was a fervent follower of Mythal’s. The only thing stopping him from getting her vallasin forever on his skin was optics. Of course the King would invite her. Where there was guilt and duty, there was Mythal. As always.

In the centuries since they had last spoken, Mythal had become Solas’ past and thus, she gripped his heart. He was chained to her. The most desperate of loves.

“…and I could have found her on my own!”

Solas blinked, coaxing his gaze away from Mythal. He looked at Aelon, who had, apparently, been whispering at him the whole while. “No, you could not.” Solas said with a laugh. “If you could, why hadn’t you already?” He let the question hang in the air between them before shaking his head. “Go to her. May you not shirk this opportunity, as you did the last.”

Hesitantly, Aelon took off to introduce himself to the object of his desire. Solas was alone now, free to stare at Mythal as she expressed condolences to what remained of the royal family. Did she see him? Did she want to?

[arabian-dream]

Like for a Nasira Starter? Mutuals Only!

[freedomscall]

open starter | verses: awakening, da2 act i & ii

❝ You know— I was a good little Andrastian once. Repented my sins every night, recited my prayers by heart, went to services every week, EVERYTHING. It used to be so EASY, to believe in all those tales of the Maker and his bride when I was still a boy… But now, after all I’ve been through, I’m not so SURE anymore. ❞

[thiefed]

you know the drill, like this post for a short starter. might be a one - liner, might be a short para, but will definitely be something short and simple that can always evolve into something longer later.

[clochanamarch]

" we're long overdue a girls' day out, but i'd be lying if i said there wasn't a secret ulterior motive. " she pauses for long enough to overtake a poorly parked prius, tutting sharply as the old lady sitting within shakes her tiny fist at her. focus restored, she offers an apologetic smile to @freezegirl that might be for a lot more than the temporary distraction. " i know i've been less focused than you deserve lately, an leanbh, and i can't tell you how sorry i am for that. so today it's just you and me, okay? we'll go wherever you want, we can talk and catch up! does that sound okay to you? " / S.C.

[fiiirsthero]

@gloryseized liked for link!

It was a strange and surreal experience to feel like his memories were being actively rewritten. Time had already passed and this moment had already been etched in memorium, but it was changing now. It was happening... differently.

There had been no Hero here. There hadn't been one for a very long time. But now there--

Lucas wasn't a stranger in the court of Rauru and Sonia, but it would be hard to say they were friends. They each had a job and it was best if none of them interfered with each other. And was it interfering to want to learn more about the Hero that appeared who should and could not have been there?

"Hello." He wasn't dressed the same way as Rauru's court, instead in simple brown pants and dark shirt and a cloak, one that hid the faded red scarf that was wrapped around his neck. If anything, the style was far more reminiscent of clothing era's past, a style that would swing back around close to ten thousand years in the future.

The horse he was riding, a disinterested mare, snorted before beginning her work of ridding the field of any flowers she could see. Horses themselves were hardly common now, phased out in favor of the use of Zonai technology. Lucas found he had never been able to adapt, though.

"I haven't seen you here before. New people aren't really common with Rauru's court."