#this starter is v late but!!!!

[gothamsaved]

Hello hello — this is a gentle reminder that I will always do my best to write with others who have given me the chance to interact with them, but ultimately I do need it to be known that my partner, @saintfromkrypton, will always be prioritized first and foremost. I made Bruce to write with their Clark and wouldn’t have him if they didn’t give me the encouraging push to try building up this portrayal of Bruce alongside them.

I am very excited to start things up with folks, but I also have been slow because of irl factors as of late. I am grateful for the patience shown in me being slow to interact. I have tried my best when I come across Askmemes from mutuals on dash. I will be slow for a while still till I can find a comfortable groove however. This is just a reminder I’m not purposefully ignoring anyone.

I do really want to build up deep dynamics with people but I need it to be known I am a slow writing partner, but I promise if you choose to develop with me and are willing to be patient, it will be worth it. 🫶💕

[therainbowinhell]

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[blcssom]

open to f/m/nb ft. caleb morris- 38 | storyboard artist | bisexual | josh hartnettinspo in source (first time)!

it's only when he realizes how dry his mouth feels that it dawns on caleb just how long he's been venting. complaining, really, and all because they'd asked him a simple question. "i am.... so sorry, i completely forgot what we were talking about. i'm just a little... scattered these days." and for the past two years, but unfortunately no one has the heart to confront him about it.

[wisheswagered]

Frederick hasn't been at this manor for nearly as long as the others. Though it feels like it's been an eternity to him, it means that he's still getting to know the other survivors who've found themselves trapped in this place.

And Emma Woods... is one of those people. It's such a bizarre feeling, seeing her now. While he'd never known her in life, he had heard of her - as a girl who went missing in mysterious circumstances several years ago, her life sensationalized and her disappearance treated as an unsolvable mystery by those who knew of her.

Never would he have dreamed he'd ever end up joining her among the ranks of the missing. ...He wonders if they're looking for him, too. They must be - while not for the reasons he wants, Frederick Kreiburg is a well-known name among the higher classes, and yet... that fact brings him no comfort at all.

Regardless. It's cruel of him, but the one thing that strikes him as he looks at her now is what he knows of her past. Knowing she's been a patient at an asylum for so much of her life... to be quite honest, it chills him to the bone. The reason for that discomfort is difficult to identify - or maybe, deep down, it's something that he simply doesn't want to acknowledge.

Today, though... there's only one question on his mind. Though he doesn't know if it's curiosity or paranoia that drives him to ask.

"Tell me. Why did you approach me, of all people, for this?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for emma! )

[avinkusprince]

@melpomeneprose // starter call.

"Who is Dr. Dillamond?" The question emerges in a rare moment, alone with Elphaba. Their circle is the same, and all his friends at Shiz were her friends first, but somehow it can never be just the two of them, without those friends. Maybe its the class timetables, or maybe it's chance. Or maybe it is the powers that be, in their wisdom, keeping the young married man away from a woman whom he finds terribly, awfully fascinating. (He never thinks of acting on the interest, of course. Out of sensibility or cowardice, who can say?) But those powers fumble today, leaving Fiyero and Elphaba the last two of their picnicking party on the grassy bank of the canal, and so he asks it, knowing it may be too bold. "Crope mentions him sparingly, but shuts up when I ask who that is. I asked Boq and he was just as skittish. So... I'm asking you, since I know you don't mind being a little shocking, and I figure that you'll tell me the truth. So who is he, and why the taboo?"

[vsagis]

@dryeyed !!

Firsts are always stressful, Izuku knows as much, but it doesn't take away from the mental strain. Hand pressed flat against the door, he takes in a deep breath and offers himself a few words of encouragement as he keeps the air in his lungs, and then exhales.

As it soon turns out, despite the early hour, the staff room isn't empty. Not that it should be this surprising... "Mr. Aizawa?" But it is, given the impression the older teacher made on Izuku on his first day in UA.

"I didn't think anyone would be here at this hour," the young man offers, one hand on the back of his neck, feeling as if he's somehow intruded. Another thing to get used to to add to the list. "The classes don't start for... two more hours, right?"

[g0dswood]

@halfyearsqueen  »  starter call

the old king has invited a visitor into the small council chambers today, a test of patience perhaps to some of the council members as the pressing matters of governance are pushed into the background in favour of a lesson.

“ the council and i discuss all sorts of important issues in the kingdom, ” baelon explains to the girl on his lap, the king's first and, so far, only cherished grandchild. “ sometimes it is entertaining, and sometimes it is dull, but it is always important, for us and for the people of the realm. the council helps me rule, you see, they know plenty of things that are needed to make the wisest decisions. ”

he points down the table to a well-familiar face, “ do you know what your father does, for example? ”

[treasuringtrash]

"What's that you're working on?"

Riyo's casual question might come as a surprise, considering she hasn't introduced herself or even said hello to Kazuichi before jumping right in with what she wants to know. But while she's clearly curious, there's nothing unfriendly or demanding about her tone, either.

"I've never seen anything that looks like that before."

@mechatiqe ( starter! )

[mens-reas]

@kagoshou

he's completely wiped. bitterly, he notes that the state sorely needs to rethink this recent cut of manpower -- any more of a backlog and he'll be forced to pry open his tired eyelids with toothpicks on the bench, before conducting a cross-examination that even green-horned lawyers could feel second-hand embarrassment for. and with regard to good old murphy's law, it just so happens that he's ran out of coffee (including his stash of emergency emergency capsules). at 2 am, there are no decent options, so here he is, resorting to any-old late night establishment for his coffee fix.

his blurry eyes can barely focus on anything, that in the process of reaching for coffee, he bumps into someone. sleep-addled & " ah ! apologies, i ... " he looks up and freezes, straightens in an attempt at regaining some modicum of dignity. he hopes that his lapels aren't askew. clears his throat with a delicate fist at his lips, " ..... prosecutor godot. "

[christianbalefanatic]

Christian Bale and Matt Damon attend a press conference as they will serve as co-honorary starters for the 103rd Indianapolis 500 presented by Gainbridge at Indianapolis Motor Speedway in Indianapolis, Indiana. (May 25, 2019)

Re: Christian Bale as Ken Miles in Ford v. Ferrari (2019), dir. James Mangold

(christianbalefanatic edit)

[antihcroes]

guys! my sister found out the gender of her second baby today and she's having a girl!!! i'm getting a niece!!! you guys don't realize how happy i am

[13urningstars]

@blackwldcw liked for a Valentines day starter!

its late, but here you are! all wrapped up in a bow

Valentines day. Its a popular earth holiday, equally hated and loved for how overly sappy most who celebrate it can be, but it's been one of cherr's favorites ever since she came to the planet. You couldnt blame her, not really, because when it came to the war, the idea of a day meant purely to show those that mean something to you that you love them (be it platonic, or romantic) was something she adored. Also she liked the aesthetic, but never the less-

This years valentines had gone smoothly, at least up until she had gotten to her last gift. Her final target of the day remained as elusive as ever and yet despite that, she continued on, be it through determination or sheer stubbornness. Blackarachnia was very much like a spider, not in her mannerisms, or the fact that she turned into one, but that she seemed to be always there, unless you were directly looking for her. Well, at least in Cherr's case.

The sun had begun to dip behind the clouds and the horizon, painting the sky in painted streaks of pinks and oranges when she had finally found her quarry, breathing out a sigh as small smile making its way onto her lips. "Your not an easy gal to find, you do know that don't you?" There's a soft joking tone that underlines her greeting, as she tucks a small package under her arm.

[coollyinterferes]

Plotted starter for @redlineoffate [for child!Bruno]

A lovely trip through Italy with his godson... Quite the lovely thing it had been so far. That was, of course, not counting the unexpected turn things had taken just earlier that morning. The second day of their stay in this small coastal village saw George having a little accident. A misstep that ended up with the young man tripping and falling not so graciously to the ground. The whole thing didn't seem to be anything too serious, most likely just a sprained ankle. Painful, yes, but nothing that would require more specialized treatment in one of the Foundation's hospitals, which is why they were here, in the local hospital.

Being a small village (and one that Robert so far could tell hid more than met the eye, based on his own experiences from his crime days), it was common for most studies of a non-life threatening ailment to take more time to come back with a result than they usually would take when performed at bigger institutions. In this case, they were just waiting for the bone scan of George's ankle to come back so the doctor could determine the severity of the injury and assign him the proper treatment. Half hour was the expected waiting time as they performed some scans on other patients and printed everything in one batch.

And so, having been forced to skip breakfast due to their impromptu visit to the hospital, both Robert and George were currently quite hungry. Normally, it would be George the first to offer himself to go get them something to eat (though most of times Robert and him would go together anyway) but, given the circumstances at the moment, he was unable to join Robert and go with him to grab something for them to munch on for the time being, until they were discharged from the hospital.

As Robert waited by the counter for their food to be served, his gaze landed on a child, amidst the crowd, sitting on one of the tables. He was all alone and looked beyond mortified, appearing to not even having touched his food as it sat before him on the table. Minutes went by and no one seemed to come to join him. A rather unusual sight, especially at a place like a hospital, where kids are not supposed to be left alone.

Having seen that troubled look mixed with helplessness countless times before during some of the direst days of his youth, Robert could tell something was... off, even for this type of usually grim setting. Call it a gut feeling if you may.

His attention was drawn away from the child for a moment when the lady at the counter informed Speedwagon that his order was ready. He paid and thanked her before he walked over to the kid's table, hoping not to intrude or even trouble him further than he already appeared to be. But, then again, he couldn't just leave without at least asking and making sure the kid was okay (as okay as someone visiting a hospital could be, that is) or had someone around to look after him.

"Hi." He greeted, keeping his tone soft so as not to startle the boy. "Sorry to bother. I don't mean to intrude, it's just... well, I couldn't help but notice..." He commented, his genuine concern beginning to seep through his facade and his voice. For now, his main concern was that of the child's well-being. It couldn't be possible that he was here all alone, possibly in charge of someone, right?

"...Are your parents here with you? Maybe a sibling or any other adult?" Came the standard questions, not meaning harm. All the opposite really. But, of course, Robert had no way of knowing beforehand the reason that had brought the boy to the hospital in the first place.

[ragesin]

         ❝ nishishi ! don't be shy, i made it just for you ! ❞ what is cradled in an outstretched hand but an offered handmade box ?  a day late  ( the human custom slipped the mind. don't fault him, he can't honestly be expected to recall each and every little thing they decide to make a holiday over )  but surely it's the thought that counts. it's a simple thing decorated in a eye catching white ribbon, the slight crookedness of the bow hinting the speed with which rough fingers deftly tugged it into place. customary affection inlaid atop velvet lining in three spaced rows, a freshly baked array of well designed chocolates begging to be eaten. some even carry the meticulous detail work shaping them into the visage of tiny piglets, a surprise flavour bursting with every bite. is it sweet ?  spicy ?  bitter ?  sour ?  an incorrigible mess of sweeping horrors not yet known to the defenseless tongue ?  just know that each were made with "love".

[wisheswagered]

It can't be possible.

Can't be, can't be, can't be. Nevermind what his trembling limbs and that nauseating terror are telling him - he knows that he's right. Everything he experienced back then- there's no way it could be anything more than a delusion, right?

He's just finally snapped. It was inevitable that it'd happen one day - he's always been teetering on the edge of madness, and while normally, the thought that he's finally fallen into its abyss would fill him with horror, right now, he clings onto the thought like a lifeline.

More than anything, he wants to escape what he's feeling right now. But he's trapped, and there's nothing he can do - the feeling of death lingers in every corner of his body; he can taste it on his tongue. Is this what it's like... to die?

Then, how is he alive now? ...When he notices that he's not alone - how long has that woman been standing there? - he's all at once lashing out, twisting around and screaming at her like some furious beast.

"Leave me alone!! You're not real, you can't be!"

@oletuslured ( starter for tracy! )

[weregonnagetyou]

| for bewitchingbaker

Mia's hand was shaking as she put the glass of water to her lips. She chugged it as if she hadn't drank in days. Her body was just so exhausted. She knew Chris was looking at her with concern, though she was avoiding eye contact. Mia felt insane. She must look it too. Her body was trembling and she was constantly looking over her shoulder as if something was gonna sneak up behind her.

Her apartment didn't help her case. As soon as she walks in, she turns on every light. All the mirrors were covered up. Any knives, sharp utensils, tools and chemicals were locked away. She wanted to explain but how could anyone believe her? She didn't believe it when it first started happening to her.

A pain shot through her head and she sat he empty water glass onto the counter. Once her hand was free, Mia put it to her temple. "Hold on. I just need a minute." She was going to be sick. Making her way to the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and hovered over the toilet. She didn't get sick but the nausea wasn't fading. Neither was the ringing in her ears and the pounding in her head. The lights began to flicker and Mia looked up.

"Oh no."

Suddenly, the removable shower head struck out at her from the shower. It was extending much farther than it was supposed to. Mia tried to run to the door but the chord wrapped around her neck and yanked her back. The faucet turned itself on and began filling up the tub. Coughing and gasping, Mia pulled at the hose. It just continued to constrict around her neck and drag her to the tub. She kicked and struggled, knocking various things to the floor. The lock on the knob of the door turned to the locked position and Mia thought she heard banging on the door soon after. She couldn't call out though.

The tub was now full and the shower hose gave one strong tug, pulling Mia's head and torso under the water. She pushed at the edge of the tub, using all of her strength to try and pull herself out of the water. It was no use. She already had limited air from being strangled by the shower hose. After a few kicks, her body convulsed once then went limp. The water drained, the hose retracted and the shower head was placed back onto its rack. The door unlocked.

Mia was draped over the tub, unmoving. Hearing someone approach her, her eyes snap open. Now yellow. Before Chris could even attempt to help her, her body shot straight up into a sitting position. Joints snapped and popped as she bent back, her legs unbending and propping her up. She stretched until her back arched unnaturally in an arched position. She held that position a short moment. Blood dripping onto the floor from her mouth. Then with inhuman speed, she contorted her body again, this time so she was crouched in front of him like and animal.

Mia grinned wide and gripped his ankle, causing him to fall to the ground as she crawled towards him.

@bewitchingbaker​