#sorry the starter took a while ^^;

[guardiandamned]

"You're-"

No matter when or where, there's no way that Ryouga wouldn't recognize that face. And as he meets their gaze, the surprised, almost vulnerable expression that comes over Ryouga lasts only for a few seconds before it's replaced by a more guarded expression - with his hands quickly shoved in his pockets so they won't betray their tension.

What he says next, though, is perhaps a little odd.

"...Should you be here?"

@duelheld ( starter for any of the arclight siblings! )

[halfpint-halfgod]

For the Son of Iku || @graveyardgason Location: Forest/Temple Path 👉👈

Sweet nectar trailed down the corner of Ollie's mouth as he took a bite from a peach. He was walking through the temple path near the island's forest, admiring the many statues of the different gods and goddesses along the path towards the mountain summit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the fruits nectar nearly making its way down Ollie's neck and collecting between his collar bone. Finishing the fruit, Ollie finds himself close to a stream of water. Deciding to wash his hands in the stream, Ollie couldn't help the feeling of being watched. A knowing smiles grows on Ollie's lips. "I can tell you're there, Monsieur Dubois."

"You should know you're no bother, you company is always a welcomed one, Amant." The gait of the son of Freyr was boastful and full of swagger and as he saunters closer to the son of Iku. The shorter half god stepping with confidence into the shadowy canopy of the forest with an inviting hand towards Amant. It takes some resisting to not bring Amant's hand to his lips, but Ollie manages. What he does instead is motion to the temple path nearby. He takes a couple steps closer to Amant, partly to be closer to the other half god, but to also step away from the view of the temple path. The statues of the Arkies' parents in view. "Have you found the one belonging to your parent?"

[darksonofsparda]

A Distress Call In Ruined Chicago

@chronicparagon || Pre-Plotted

Back when the world was still thriving before the Demon Qliphoth Tree destroyed the world and killed about 1.2 Billion People upon its emergence and brought mankind to the closest it's ever been to complete human extinction, according to Dante, the phone at Devil May Cry would ring quite often. However, Vergil doubted it called nearly as much as he claimed. Even in this semi-apocalyptic and shattered new world, Devil May Cry was still in business, his brother just had to relocate and rebuild. Thankfully, his younger brother's new shop wasn't too far from where Vergil called home, an old half-destroyed home that Vergil stumbled upon on a rainy night.

While looking partially destroyed on the outside, the inside of the home was still mostly intact, just missing a few rooms, over time Vergil had gathered resources in between devil-hunting missions to gather material he could use to restore, and fortify the home--which he did, and it was in much better shape thanks to his efforts. Devil May Cry was only twenty blocks from his home, but thanks to Vergil's powers, he had no trouble making the commute since he had been to the location once already, he could picture it in his mind, allowing him to use his trick teleport to it. Without anything else to do today, Vergil had decided to swing by there and check things out.

Doing exactly that, Vergil disappeared in a shade of midnight blue, reappearing inside Devil May Cry--only to find it completely empty. It didn't take long for him to spot the note left on his brother's desk, picking it up, it read:

Hey Verg, if you're reading this, Lady and Trish hooked me up with a good mission, a big job, and I'm not gonna say no to money, should be back in a few days. Pizza's in the fridge. Help yourself, I got a lot.

The older son of Sparda shook his head, no Dante, I don't want your greasy pizza he thought to himself, flicking the note back onto the desk. Turning his back to leave, much to his surprise, the phone started to ring, since there was no one else here, he knew if this was a job, he'd have to take it. Well, at least it would kill his boredom and pay him, so he picked up the phone.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Devil May Cry. Devil Hunter Vergil speaking, what's the mission?"

The caller is a frantic male soldier, he tells Vergil that there's a squad of resource scavenger soldiers who are pinned down all the way in what was left of Chicago, another place the half-devil had been at before on previous missions. The northwest survivors camp was asking if he could escort one of their skilled medics to the distress call so she could treat them before bringing them back since there were quite a few of them required immediate medical attention with the severity of their injuries which meant, they were on borrowed time.

Vergil accepts and hangs up the phone. Picturing the location, the Cambion teleports, appearing at the gates of the aforementioned camp. The second the guards stationed at the gates spot him, they call down to the others below near the gate where Vergil arrived, the gate was opened not long after. One of the soldiers walked with him, giving him a general quick briefing as he made his way over to the center plaza of the camp. Once he arrived, he was met with the person he was escorting, a beautiful young woman medic, with dark brown hair and striking grey eyes, now that he thought about it, recalled seeing her a few times during his last few visits here.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You're the medic I presume? I'm Vergil, it seems I'm going to be your escort today."

[{ 🗡️ }] - "While you can rest assured that I will diligently do my duty and keep you safe, it can get a bit dicey out in the badlands, so there's one question I always ask with these types of jobs. Just for a general purpose. Do you have any experience in fighting demons? If not, is there any form of self-defense that you know?"

[amorxsomnia]

@arcanescholxr liked for a starter!

The sweet scent of incense drifts gently throughout the pet shop interrupted only by a momentary cold draft before all settles down again. It's raining again outside, which wasn't uncommon at this time of year but it did put him in the mood for tea more often than usual, and it was just as well he'd set a pot to boil! The sound of dripping water only made him appreciate how warm and dry he was right now.

"Good afternoon. Please come in, you must be terribly cold and wet." D greeted softly, Q-chan already fetching a warm towel. He paused momentarily as he came face to face with the newcomer, retrieving the plush towel from the flying rabbit who landed on his shoulder with a chirp before offering it to the drenched Dwight. This was... not the kind of customer he'd expected, though if he were simply seeking shelter from the rain, D had no problem with that. It was just about tea time anyway and things had been quiet, no dount due to the unpleasant deluge raging outside right now.

"I was just about to partake in tea and cake if you'd like to join me, unless you are in a hurry? The rain will continue for a while longer so it's not likely to get busy."

[hvbris]

@countlessrealities . Poison Ivy gets a starter 🌿

"Hello Dr. Isley," chirped Harleen as she stepped into the room. She was strangely perky, which always made her stick out like a sore thumb in the gloomy hallways of Arkham Asylum.

She sat down at the metallic table, putting down her notebook and crossing her legs. "My name is Dr. Quinzel, and I'll be your therapist during your stay here." Of course, this was an institution for the criminally insane, so the stays tended to be rather permanent. When the criminals weren't escaping, that is.

But it was Harleen's first month here, which perhaps explained the unbridled enthusiasm. That, or the fact that she was used to smiling through life, since she had found out quite young it numbed the pain.

[bloodedhearts]

"I was about to ask you to share a drink with me, but then I realize it was stupid. Unless you can drink blood in a cute glass like this ?" Shadowheart lets a chuckle escape her mouth before she takes a sip of her wine. Saving these tieflings wasn't something she thought she would do, but here they are. And she's glad. Very glad. She doesn't know what Shar would think about this, but for now, she prefers to not talk about it.

She shrugs, playfully rolling her eyes. "I'm quite surprised to see you heading in my way, though, Astarion. We've had our disagreements, but I guess it's not too bad, mmh ?" The truth is that she enjoys traveling with him; most of the time, it's quite fun. But she won't tell him this easily.

@mybloodystars ❤'d !

[tidemoonchild]

Closed Starter with @luposcainus

Maggie had been trying to get back to her own timeline again after accidentally being thrown back through time. But instead of landing in her timeline, she ended up not only in the wrong time again but this time in the wrong place too.

Maggie sighed in frustration and sat down on a tree stump. She placed her elbows on her knees and her chin rested on her palms. "Great… now what?" she asked herself in a whisper as her eyes scanned the area. Maggie had no idea where she was or when she was.

As she sat there thinking, she suddenly noticed movements in the bushes, from which a boy with dark hair finally emerged. Maggie looked up and looked over. "Hey…" She greeted in a calm voice. "Who are you?"

[writtentragedies]

starter call. | @cffidelityy

"Hey... Hey! Put that down before you blow something up-- " Tony set aside the tools he'd been using to work on his brand new suit in order to give the woman who'd just entered the workshop his full attention, the expression on his face making it obvious he was not pleased with the way she had started touching stuff without his permission. "Blowing shit up is my thing, not yours-- What are you even doing here? I don't like being disturbed when I'm down here."

[adventurepunks]

Once in a Blue Moon

@lostxndbroken​

Tic...tic....tic...tic...whether it was the rhytmic tics of his watch or the little raindrops tapping against the window as New York’s streets were swept in wind and rain, other than that faint sound fading away nothing else could be heard in the dimly lit by candles study. It needed to be quiet, as silent as the grave to hold a seance. Nick’s amulet swung, the circle of candles floated and whispers caressed his ears with answers.

In Ica Peru laid what he sought and in his visions Oliver walking up the long steps. Many Queens laid in the grave and no doubt a bunch of them were not resting. This ought to be the answer as to why Oliver kept showing up, his fault truly for necromancers were beacons and lightning rods to those stuck on the Other side. He got close to a man touched by death far too many times, Nick could get a headache just thinking of how many people Oliver lost abruptly. Nick had been keeping an eye on him lately,danger was of course in every corner as the man was not only a target for his wealth but a vigilante but it could not hurt to keep an eye on him never the less...right? But this interference from the Beyond was getting stupid. Was he just a focal point or was he now this distracted that his mind was slipping to thinking of Oliver and manifesting...like this. By Nick clawing OLIVER JONAS QUEEN on his floorboard.

No, he was not a sentimental person and he would not dwell on it, the Beyond stated their aid came at the price that said Oliver Jonas Queen ought to come along. He wouldn’t ponder on it,not right now, it wasn’t as if Oliver couldn’t handle danger...or a trap. He looked at his watch, it was in the dead of night maybe he ought to wait till the morning? Maybe not, so off to the kitchen for the landline phone he rushed.

Ring ring. Ring ring.

For crying out loud since when did party boys sleep at 2.27 am?

“Oliver-” Nick addressed the moment the voicemail kicked in. “I am departing for Peru on Tuesday, if you want to escape the drudgery of galas and CEO responsibilities and your sense of adventure needs tickling I could use an extra pair of strong hands. My apprentice is otherwise engaged-” he spoke with Zatanna shaking her head from across the kitchen counter. 

“Say something nice you’re sounding really...formal” Zatanna whispered.

“It might not be the ideal romantic get away but I have to admit I yearn to see you again”

Zatanna cringed. Yearned? “Alright Poe..take it down a notch” she whispered.

“It would be good to see you.”

Click. He hanged up and would not wait an answer whether it would be a trip for one or a trip for two.

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @lovedcrazy! )

"oh, that's HILARIOUS!" chanmi lets out an annoyingly loud laugh, realistic enough for people to think she was genuinely that amused. she pinches the other's thigh softly, quickly speaking in a whisper: "play along," before returning to such a gleeful facade. "gosh, i had no idea you were so funny!"

[itsbitmxdinhere]

St♥rter for @luposcainus

Crowley sniffled as they turned around inspecting the other who was clearly not human, " mmhhh I wasn't expecting you .... did they send you ?" Crowley wondered what this creature was it had an oddly familiar smell like they encountered some of them before, ah it was on the tip of their tongue.

[fireandsparks]

✦ »» -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

How he managed to escape Blade he didn't know nor was he aware if Blade had left him but he was battered and bruised. His mechanical arm completely torn and shredded as Luka tried to crawl to safety. Someone ... Anyone ... He shouldn't have strayed too far from the group he was with.

His body littered with bruises, cuts, a mixture of dry and fresh blood. His vision blurry with tears of pain streaming down his face, his breathing laboured, desperate to make it out alive.

❝ Someone ... ❞

Luka manages to say weakly, reaching out for help as if he could see someone there.

❝ Help me ... ❞

( @notapocalypse ) - Luocha

[abyssin]

          where higher ranks saw cowardice, childe saw opportunity from reports of the roving fatui. an apparition had been spotted around mt. aocang with a strength unfathomable, capable of cracking open the earth and flinging lawachurls with featherlight ease. it's an instant pique of his interest. an otherwordly being with such sheer, raw power draws goosebumps at the back of his neck. he's yes to meet a warrior equal to skirk's prowess, and the thought of seeing his former master is a thrill he cannot ignore. the abyss in his blood bounds him to either to meet his master again, or find a new being to further his strength with.

          it isn't his first time trekking jueyun karst, the harsh hike a familiar challenge he's often preoccupied himself with to train his body and mind. but he's never ventured this particular peak at this height. this area of liyue had always felt particularly unearthly, a midpoint between the adepti and earth. after the fatui's plans in liyue had gone awry, he's made sure to stay clear of the area to avoid unnecessarily inciting the wrath of gods. it would be impractical to draw attention on himself while he was stationed in liyue.

          still, childe cannot help but wonder if the apparition had been sent down by the heavens for the fatui's endeavors. divine retribution, perhaps?

          just as childe believes he won't find anything here, he soon comes upon the peak of the mountain. the way up had been of steep and strenuous to traverse, but the ground here is even, save for the rising rocky structures at the edges. on any other day, the breathtaking scenery would be a sight he'd want to write down as a tale for his adventures outside snezhnaya, one to tell by the light of a fire with his younger siblings.

          but today, he feels the magnitude of energy before he spots her. despite the glaring sun reflecting rays directly against the pool, the pool is completely frosted over. in the midst of it all, a woman in white stands tall. she is no skirk, but he cannot deny how her presence is akin to a hailing storm challenging the sun itself.

          luckily for childe, snezhnaya has hardened him even against the most gelid of seasons. he, once again, can brave this storm with ease.

          he steps into the clearing, his movements cautious and his voice conversational. "you're not by any chance a god, are you, comrade?" / * @maquiscursed, for shenhe!

[saudadexmses]

starter for @lostwcnderlands muse: Walter Sanderson-Jones idea: I summoned a demon\supernatural once because i was lonely and now every three months i summon you with lunch so we can talk because you are nice

Walter was looking forward to their evenings together, it was a fact that he kept the day circled on his calendar in case he forgot, every three months that had been the deal when he had summoned him for the first time.

He smiles once he sees the demon." Hey, long time no see!" Walter jokes playful." Can you believe it, its been three months already. I wasn't really sure what to get this time but a bakery opened up next to my shop so I got us a few things." He knows his rambling, he has always been told he talks far too much." It's good to see you again Rayan."

[revengesworn]

"...What's with that look?"

It's not an accusatory question... but somehow, there's something melancholic in Mikey's expression as he speaks, even if he does follow it up with a smile. Lately, he thinks, there's been something different about Chifuyu. It's not like Mikey knows him as well as... as well as Baji did, but maybe it's precisely because of that that it's caught his attention at all.

After all, if even Mikey's noticed something strange, it's not likely to be his imagination, right? Of course, there might be another reason he wants to dig deeper, beyond just mere curiosity, but... that's something he doesn't want to think about right now.

Then, like a switch has been flipped, Mikey grins. The darkness lurking behind his eyes has vanished as if it were never there.

"Haha. You're a weird guy, Chifuyu! Are you thinking too hard about something?"

@neverwilted ( starter for chifuyu! )

[citrinitxs]

"I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier." (scara @ albedo)

PROMPT: TUMBLR TEXT POST PROMPTS -> ACCEPTED!

If there was something that ALBEDO would agree on, it would definitely be that. It was quite obvious with how he simply stared at the latter, his face unreadable from his... Admission.

"Indeed, that is something we can agree on," he said, grabbing his clipboard as he examined the latter with a critical eye. "However, there are other things that stands you apart than just an 'angry person'."

If the alchemist was correct, he is known in the Akademiya to be the most blunt man? to exist, being the type to not mince words and spare people with honeyed words. Most would take offense to such a thing, which can lead to them avoiding him (or admire him under false pretenses of 'fixing' him, which he finds equally strange), but he... He thinks differently.

(After all, ALBEDO knows there is something deeper than what the enigmatic puppet is keeping. Call it whatever you deem fit, he's never wrong in his assumptions. Mostly.)

"... But that's besides the point," he concluded, his eyes drifting to the canvas he set up. He was painting something when he approached him, after all; thankfully, the crystalflies that were converging around the remains of the lost artifact remained in place. "You're not here to say that, no?"

He's here for something else, but he didn't knew what. And he plans to see what it is.