#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.

[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?

[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).

[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.

[stolenmorninglight]

Roll For Storytime!

Trying something new...let me know your thoughts! Are story-starters helpful?

Who’s ready for storytime? I’ve heard from other storytellers - GMs, DMs, writers, all - that the beginning is the hardest part of a story. Getting the party together (without having them all meet in a tavern) or getting the protagonist moving can pose challenges for any story set-up. So why not roll for it, randomly generating a story-starter?

[arabian-dream]

Like for a Nasira Starter? Mutuals Only!

[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.

[thwipsnapped]

STARTER CALL !

[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.

[soiasan]

// @theodosiani, Solas is shaking Cosima awake.

“Wake. Up.”

Arlathan was pitch black, a distorted shadow of its former glory. Blight squelched around him and the fool who lying next to him. Solas could calm the blight here, make the city shine again. But first he’d have to calm himself. Solas struggled to recall a time when he felt so angry, so utterly insulted. When his hands shook with ire and retribution was the sole thought in his mind.

Oh.

He had been in the same place then. Surrounded by family-turned-enemy, throwing barbed threats at him. YOU WILL REGRET THIS! His palm bleeding and a small part of him whispering guilt underneath the loud song of anger. He collapsed into Uthernera when the last enchantment was finished.

“You do not get to sleep through this.” Solas told the child lying at his feet. “You’ve damned the world once again.” What was the point in talking to her? Why didn’t he just kill this mortal? “You are alone.” The lyrium dagger was left in the waking world. How would they get out? “You are alone,” He repeated. “With me.”

Solas wiped Lucasan’s blighted blood from his face. She had flung him around like a rag doll. What remained of her had been sucked into the Fade when the Veil started collapsing. Ghilan’nain was dead. Elgar’nan was dead. It would have been perfect. Except Rook had to get in the way. Still bloodied and bruised himself, Solas healed Rook’s wounds with a dismissive sweep of his hand.

“There.” Laboriously, he got to his feet and let out a stinging breath. Ah, yes. His bruised ribcage. “Now get up. We‘re going for a walk.”