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[lexiquemortel]

── persephone, ?, cis woman (she/her), pansexual, queen of the underworld + florist. @indiestarter

"you’re lucky you’re cute. that was a terrible idea."

[penumbralma]

OPEN TO: any muse 25+, preferably detectives or figures of authority investigating a case, but eye-witnesses or random characters are more than welcomed MUSE: Mitsuko Kuroiwa, sister of a renowned (now deceased) serial killer. She can perceive supernatural creatures and phenomenon.

"Would you believe me if I told you what did this wasn't human?" The crime scene screamed murder–suicide, there was no way around that. The problem was how constant and how identical the crime had been with the past cases happening around the area. Mitsuko had tried not to pay close attention to it, but being around the scene when the crime happened this time in particular had put her in the slightly bothersome predicament of having to serve as a witness. She wanted to be honest, instead of hiding, for once. Not that it would give her anything of value... "It's the same with the other cases. And it's best to steer clear from them... I've heard only bad things have happened to the victims' friends and loved ones since."

[petitsdieu]

☙ BLUSH ME. for a short starter / one liner / movie quote, that likely won't stay petite. ❧

[iniziare]

I know I have Yae Miko's to wrap up still, but— since she's been on the mind since yesterday. How about a little inbox call for Changli? (Did I do one of these already? I'm having a strange feeling of deja vu)

[kit-bailecharme]

Prince Kit as Will Turner 🏴‍☠️

O que Kit seria se não fosse ele mesmo? Definitivamente um pirata. Apaixonado por navegação, geografia e viagens (e por rum, jogatina, espadas, quebrar regras aqui e ali... mas não vamos falar dessa parte! infelizmente, pois é a mais interessante), ele levaria essa vida adiante. Por que não ser um pirata por uma noite? Ficou mais fácil ainda decidir a fantasia quando soube pelos perdidos da franquia Piratas do Caribe, na qual o pirata Will Turner se apaixona pela linda e nobre Elizabeth Swann, com quem vive muitas aventuras oceanos adentro (que é uma mulher decidida, corajosa e forte como Cinderella!). Assim ficou decidida a fantasia do casal mais querido de Castle of Dreams.

[fawnworked]

open to: any gender, 18+. canon connections/OCs/crossovers all welcome.

Oliver cursed himself under his breath as he rapped on the apartment door, half hoping it wouldn't open and he'd be left to stumble off down the street.

He had no such luck.

"...Hey."

It was clear from the sight of him that Oliver was in a poor state, shrunken into himself and leaning against the door frame for support. "I hate to ask..." He cleared his throat, concentrating on enunciating properly. Maybe he was a mess, but he didn't want to seem too pathetic despite his reason for showing up here.

"My mates took my keys. You're, uh, the only person I know who lives 'round here." Truth be told, he hadn't even been sure they still lived in the city, much less at this address.

[perikocak]

location: somewhere on the beach

status: closed for @noaandreas

"I'd say sorry, Daddy, I've been bad but—" a hand twirled irreverently through the air— "wrong religion and all of that."

Peri wasn't sure how long they'd been stretched out in the sand (no blanket, because she was never that great at fully fledged plans) but the sky had gone dark as ink, broken up only by a smattering of long dead stars. It was at least midnight, if she had to guess.

Which made sense considering how much they had to catch up on.

This was their third weekly vent-sesh and she'd just finished explaining to Noa exactly how she came into possession of Greg, her cat (ie: crawling through a window in Nashville in an act of catnapping, then running like hell). It was a funny story, no doubt, but mostly shared in avoidance of the big stuff. The hard stuff. The 'internally I now identify as broken glass' stuff.

Those were the moments she still kept chained up and to herself. Maybe someday she'd talk about it; if anyone was good for moonlighting as an unpaid therapist it was Noa. Yet, for all the memories and all the trust between them, she couldn't let those wounds bleed out.

Turning over to her side, she ignored that morning's encounter with her mom to simply advise, "I wouldn't recommend spending a night in jail. The beds are shit and the cops stare at you funny when you ask to keep the handcuffs."

[knotfodder]

birthday starter for @divineandmundane (for Sam, from Benji)

Benji had peaked at his birthday present early. It was big, it was large, it was... an obnoxious bright purple. Not that Benji had a problem with a very obvious purple dildo meant for his strap. It was the perfect gift from Sam, his roommate. Although, the implications were a bit hard to decipher. Sure, Benji had mentioned birthday sex to a few of his friends in passing, but it's not like Sam thought he was being serious. Unless?

Whatever the reason might be, it was a nice gift. Although, throughout his birthday, Benji's brain hadn't let up on finding out the "why". The weretiger had decided to distract himself by trying on the gear while Sam was out. The leather straps ran across his toned body as he adjusts the purple dildo into his rig. His eyes widen as he sees the door to his door open and finding Sam in it's place. Benji couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, shrugging while motioning to the bright purple attachment. "Well, what's the verdict? Does it look good?"

[legacywritten]

give this a like for a ( one-liner ) starter !

[lexiquemortel]

river lockwood, twenty-four, cis man (he/him), pansexual, skater + indie filmmaker.

open to: anyone! @indiestarter

ㅤㅤriver shook his head, tapping his board against the pavement without really thinking. “okay, but seriously, when did all this weird shit start for you?” his tone was casual, but he was watching them like it was genuinely entertaining.

[seykacar]

location: the apartments above latte love, cardinal hill

status: closed for @apolloledger

Phone, keys, wallet, chapstick, the tiny switchblade she got when she was twelve and never left home without— Sey rooted through her purse to make sure everything was there. She was already running late; the last thing she needed was a trip back home after she'd already made it halfway to The Labyrinth.

Confident she hadn't forgotten anything—probably—she backed out into the hall, ready to lock up and go meet her ride. The key to their small, overpriced apartment was almost to the lock when something made her pause.

No, not something—Someone.

Her entire body, from her blood to her bones, surged and stiffened with the primal awareness that she wasn't alone. All it took was a subtle glance over her shoulder to prove her instincts weren't wrong.

Are. You. Fucking. With. Me?

There stood the bane of her existence and the haunter of her dreams, leaned back against the beige wall like some poster child for narcissism and obnoxiously good genetics.

How they hell did he find them?

That was a rhetorical question from her to her because she knew damn well how. He might not have been his sister, but Apolinar Ledger Roth was a close second when it came to reconnaissance. If he was here, outside their apartment, that mean he already knew where they worked, their chosen aliases, who they'd hooked up with in town, how often, and what they had for breakfast that morning.

Sey kept her stance casual and indifferent to his unwelcome presence outside of her door, but her eyes—Their chocolate depths simmered with frustration and barely concealed rage. "No." Whatever he was doing in Illinois, whatever he wanted from her or Daphne, the answer was no, followed by a swift 'leave'.

[petitsdieu]

can i tempt anyone in a starter? i'll likely pull inspo from our blogs, elsewhere, headcanons, etc. length may vary. if you're a multi drop your character below maybe. if you have a vibe / genre / verse / any preference at all drop it below, too.

[lilpomegranate]

⸻ starter call (3/3)

selecione um desses prompts + o @ do seu personagem para um starter ambientado durante a confusão do plot drop com uma filha antissocial de perséfone.

[bekturan]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @dakotaheise

Bek was utterly mystified by the way her brain worked.

The last time she’d seen Dakota she couldn’t remember for the life of her where to find adobo seasoning (was it with the general spices or in the ethnic aisle?) despite shopping at Bell’s all thirty-three years of her life, yet she remembered their exchange, brief as it might’ve been. 

With a warm smile and a near silent self-deprecating laugh at her own shortcomings she wandered over to where Liv’s younger sister sat. 

“Hey, Kota.” The smile on her face grew wider while she paused just shy of the table. “How did you luck out with the rest of that list the other day?” A tiny pang of guilt echoed in her chest at having been called away for work before she could really be much help. “Did you find what you needed?”

[knotdispenser]

name: Bane Coil nicknames: none (yet) age: varies (appears 23) gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: art student/ pool boy(?) notable features: diphallia species: Amphisbaena / gorgon(?) fc: Milo Manheim

[perikocak]

location » firefly brewery

status » closed for @cemcerkez

Black shirt, blue jeans, brown boots. Black shirt, blue jeans, brown boots—For an outfit that was about as simple as they came, Peri sure had one hell of a time actually picking her date out of the crowd. Probably, because 'black shirt, blue jeans, brown boots' seemed to be the uniform of choice that evening.

She'd counted no less than five guys seated along the bar who fell underneath that particular umbrella since she walked in. Five. At the time it'd seemed fun and mysterious—keeping their date truly blind—but she could've kicked herself for the brilliant idea now.

Black shirt number one was sat within a large group of what looked to be twenty-something year old frat boys, so quickly she ruled him out. Black shirt number two was well into his golden years. Black shirt number three seemingly already had a date, and black shirt number four—Oh. Hello.

Lucky number four sat alone at the bar and certainly looked the part.

That is, the back of his head and breadth of his shoulders looked the part. They looked familiar, if she was being honest, but, honestly, how many iterations of 'tall, dark, and fit' could there really be? They were all bound to start looking alike eventually.

A wide, relieved smile threatened to cut across Peri's face but she restrained it. Even if he was the closest contender to Mari's vague description assuming too much was the same as tempting fate. Tentatively, she approached from behind. If there was any foreboding sense of deja vu swirling through her head she ignored it.

"...Blake?"