#shitty starter

[artem1sc0re]

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[fvnnythiings]

i have like five followers but uh. while i work on a promo ( it groans loudly ) & some icons, how abt i throw out my first starter call ?? yall know the drill, multi’s pls specify who u want it for. ♡

[brew-berry-a-trash-artist]

Ai free!

[sarcastic-clapping]

jobs paying wildly different rates for the literal exact same role based on your location is so wild when you think about it for more than 0.5 seconds because it’s like. so you’re not assigning a dollar amount to my time and energy based on the value delivered by my work, you’re dictating how well and how comfortably you think that it means i deserve to live in whatever area i happen to exist in

[fairywilds]

Zafir wandered through the local park, savoring a rare moment of leisure. He found a bench beneath the shade of a large tree and settled down. From his coat pocket, he pulled out a small leather-bound book, its cover embossed with delicate patterns. As he began to read, he momentarily escaped from his usual responsibilities. He glanced up to appreciate the beauty of the park’s surroundings— the gentle rustling of leaves, the distant laughter of a couple of friends. In a moment of contemplation, he spoke to the person who had joined him on the bench. “So, essentially,” he mused aloud, a thoughtful expression creeping onto his face, “the figs and the wasps rely on each other to thrive. Even though the wasp dies inside the fig, the fig cannot flourish without the wasp, and the wasps cannot survive without the fig to continue on.” He paused, the metaphor stirring something within him. “It’s a fascinating reflection, isn’t it? If you had to choose, would you be the wasp or the fig?”

[iobartach]

Red is the universally understood colour for danger. It's present in his hues, and in the attire draping his form, woven into digital hard light. It's also there in the taut bend of his spine, in the sharp planes of muscle adorning his back, and in the slow, deliberate twitch of his fingers as they curl inward...

The silence drags, and he doesn't move. Merely stands, still as a statue, listening. Feeling pulsations that are beyond human sense to detect. It signifies an important shift is underway; that the Spider in him is closer to the surface than it had any right to be.

A stirring presence, caged, hungry, that seeks a lucky break. That probes the cracks forming in his restraint, looking for a way through. And finds it, just as a voice pipes up to speak, far too loudly, and lacking any care.

The tension snaps, and he pivots sharply, eyes bright and gleaming like jewels, teeth gritted too hard for words.

Yet, something responds, raw and ragged, more growl than speech.

"What?"

Only it doesn’t sound like a man saying it.

It sounds like a warning.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @nottheemuse / Declan, Marcus & Cora

Marcus and Declan been behind closed doors for hours, shuttered in the office since Marcus had shown up. Lily was on a playdate, which meant, aiming to take advantage of her absence, that Declan had promised Cora some time for them this afternoon, something he didn't often set aside time for during the week - especially the past couple of months. So Cora was off elsewhere - reading in the library, if Declan had to guess, but he hadn't checked up on her. Whenever she was home, safe and sound within the walls of their home, he never really felt a need for that.

By the time Declan and Marcus emerged from the office, it was dinnertime - so Declan merely shot her a text, letting her know that the chef - Andreas - had dinner ready, and that he'd like her to join him and Marcus in the dining room. Then the brothers made their way down there, chatting loosely about Lily's progress with her Chinese tutor on the way.

[pangrams-n-palindromes]

y'all ever try to bake away the pain? yeah no me neither

[arsoneds]

♡ open to: anyone 21+, inspo here.

" come in my office ... let me wash the blood off. "

[devicecontact]

yes please i want to hear about doc and hank forever and ever :]

this isn’t anything crazy just a fun thing to ponder really. So the house compound place in dissenter is the same as the building thats in the mpn flashbacks with Jeb, doc, n Hank (it’s hard to get a good shot of it in the animation but it lines up)

But it’s also the same building that’s used in arena mode for imprints.

That means doc has had this building for a realllly long time since arena mode takes place before nexus city falls, which is like post mc1 but probablyyy pre mc2. The specifics don’t matter but what does matter is that doc already had this building long before hank was involved with him at all and hes the owner of it.

All that to say that when doc says, “Hank dosent even live here anymore”, that means Hank was the one who moved In And the one who moved Out. That’s it. It’s not hanks house that doc kept after Hank went away, its docs house that Hank just moved in and out of. I just think that’s fun. As to why Hank moved in and out ? idk

[astrvia]

' ¿qué es tan divertido?' cuestiona con un rastro de curiosidad mientras mira hacia la persona a su costado, aparentemente más entretenida de lo que él está. ' ¿tienes señal o algo en este sitio?' porque la suya era lo suficientemente terrible como para no cargar el juego de su móvil.

[isolatednights]

PLOT: your muse has a stalker whose left her notes and now broken into her house once or twice. she's called on jace, her best friend, for reassurance and comfort - what she doesn't know is jace muse is actually her stalker, trying to get closer to her. OPEN TO: females, 25+ MUSE: ( test ) jace o'malley, heterosexual, 29

the car's hardly in park before the drivers side door is thrown open and he's crossing the yard to bound up the porch steps two at a time. his expression is painted with concern, and even before he manages to draw her close to his chest, the man is offering soft, sweet words of reassurance. "you did the right thing," he murmurs, eyes flickering over her head to look toward the front door that he'd sloppily left open earlier that day while she'd been away at work and he'd been snooping around. "calling me first - hey, hey - it's alright, i'm here now."

pressing a kiss to her hair, he releases a sigh ( playing up his concern over the situation as if he isn't pleased as punch that she'd thought of him long before the police ). "go sit in my car - no way you're staying here tonight. i'll check through the house, make sure no ones here, pack you a bag, ya?"

[thebekashow]

the "your parents couldn't afford to repay for your lunch card at school, so you get this instead" starter pack

[gushingveins]

how do you deal with people being stupid OTHER than putting them in a trap or some shit .

“ Fuck, I don’t know. ”

He shrugged.

“ If you’re referring to someone being genuinely stupid, I usually just berate them ‘till they get whatever point i’m trying to make through their thick skulls. With assholes like Adam or Strahm, I argue with them. It doesn’t matter if I’m wrong. They give up eventually. ”

[chronosbled]

@angelatelier gets a starter!

😈 — She had all the groceries she needed for tonight's dinner, right? She had the pickled ginger, the green onion, the tenkasu, the takoyaki sauce, the katsuobushi, the aonori, the dashi, and everything needed to make the batter. Though it felt like she was missing something. Something very important. Yet she couldn't seem to put her finger on it no matter how much she thought about it. Hence why she decided that it would be best if she just went ahead and asked Kiwa if she might know what it was that she was missing. After all, Tamaki loved takoyaki and in order to do so, she had to make sure that she had absolutely everything needed.

😈 — "Kiwi, darling," she turns to face the other as she tilts her head with a cheerful (yet idiotic) smile present on her face, "do you happen to remember what else I need to make Maki's favorite dish? I feel as if I'm missing something important." Shifting the bag from her forearm to her right hand, she carefully opens the plastic and looks down into the opening while also showing Kiwa what was already held inside. "Yukio expects me to be home with the groceries before Maki gets home from his outing with Mirio and Nejire, especially since he's been taking care of the house while we've been out." Sending Hitomi to do tasks on her own was always a disaster in the making given how absolutely forgetful she was. One time she even got lost trying to make her way down the block to fetch some medicine for Tamaki when he was ten years old, it took her over two hours to make her way back home and the path to the drug store and back was a straight shot.

😈 — "I'm certain that Yukio and Maki would love to have you join us for dinner though! I know that you're always so very supportive of Maki whenever he's in your class and I heard that you're close with Taishiro as well so I think it'd be absolutely perfect~." Granted she wasn't aware of the fact Kiwa and Fatgum were somewhat involved with one another, or at least she pretended to not be aware anyway. Besides, Yukio had never been the type to tell Hitomi what she could and couldn't do (though that was mainly due to the fact that Hitomi had been the aggressor in their relationship before Tamaki was born).

[someotherdog]

character: sonny open: m/f/nb plot: sonny is a surly bartender in a small, dusty town in the arizona desert. like any other night, he's working at the bar when your muse comes in. your muse can be any connection (strangers, friends, enemies, etc) as long as it's nothing t*boo or familial.

it was too early in the evening for sonny to be so apathetic with his customers, but the regulars had become used to his terrible customer service. perhaps it was the twang of loretta lynn’s tinny voice from the jukebox in the corner or the worn-in seats up against the bar and the tables already filled up with its usual suspects, but the dour attitude of sonny only increased tenfold over the past few hours since he woke up for work. dropping the dishrag loudly against the bar, he looked to the customer that just sat down, “what’ll it be?” he regarded them suspiciously and spoke before they could answer, “and i’m not getting out the blender, so pick something on tap.”