#~ STARTER CALLER ~

[cookieofearthbread]

SPOILERS FOR BEAST YEAST EP7

Please give this a like / reblog for a starter with Truthless Rescluse / Corrupted PV

[hellishvxbes]

❛ Let's beginnnnn ~ ❜

[gothwives]

open: m/f/nb based: scream (1996) opening scene x x x who: ruby carrington, she/her, 31, con artist

do you like scary movies? silence hung in the air for a moment, as ruby was somewhat caught off guard by the random inquiry by what seemed to be a wrong number, but amused nonetheless. "i mean, i guess... some of them, yeah. most of 'em don't really scare me, though, they're just... corny, i guess."

[stormlit]

like for a starter from sabria, merryn, or inés! no need to specify.

[recoveryxmobian]

Like / Reblog for a starter Please say which muse or I will spin the wheel Mulitimuse SAY which muse you going to use please

[yuri-is-online]

Can I request a part 2 for when the guys leave some of their stuff in the guest room? Can it be with Azul, Jamil, and jade please? Thank you!

While cleaning the Ramshackle guest room, the prefect occasionally finds items that remind them of their guests. Sometimes that is because those items actually belong to them and need to be returned, other times it's just a happy coincidence. Either way, the item needs to be delivered, might as well invite them over again? Or just chase them down, whatever is most convenient.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I was a bit surprised to get this request! In a nice way~ No warnings for this one, just pure fluff. The first one can be found here and more fic can be found on the Masterlist.

Antique Coin

Azul Ashengrotto is a well put together young man. His suits are pressed, his shoes are neatly polished, his rooms are always orderly and without dust.

Which is why he notes immediately when something is even mildly out of place, and completely falls apart once he's in the privacy of his own room. He knew he never should have paid attention to that stupid article Floyd had shared in their group chat, coins being symbols of good luck wouldn't make him relatable to anybody and now he's missing one of his best coins! How stupid could he have been to think that-

"Hello, this is Azul speaking." He snatches up his phone without even checking the caller ID and immediately begins sweating when he hears your familiar breathing (he swears he's not a creep, really! He's just noticed that whenever you speak on the phone, not that you do that often really just when he can work up the nerve and hey this is technically the first time you've called him! Progress he's making progre-)

"Hey there, you got a moment?" Azul can feel the heavy sweat drop on his forehead. He's done enough research to know conversation starters like this are never good.

"I'm a bit busy right now." He tries to lean casually against his desk and glares at the book that has the audacity to fall off his desk and startle you. "Is this terribly important or can it wait?"

You, laugh? Is it nervous, or is it affectionate? Does even know what that sort of laughter would sound, is it bad that he finds your voice terribly beautiful even if it's mocking, even if it's- "Um sorry, but are you missing a coin?"

"A... coin?"

"Yes! I remember you saying you collect them and this one I found in my guest room smelled a bit like the ocean so. Yeah. I thought it might be yours." He smiles.

"My dear, you know I'm just going to say 'yes' and take it from you." You laugh again, how silly that last one was nerves. This one is affection, his hearts are fit to burst with it so it must be. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. If that’s acceptable?"

"Of course! I'll be here." Perhaps that article wasn't completely wrong after all.

Red Feather Accessory

There are few things Jamil hates more than being sick. Assassins don't have sick days, or maybe they do. Maybe they have better benefits than he does. Maybe he'd make a really good assassin in some alternate universie like that one video game series from your world you told him about once, the one with the emblems and gangrene? He doesn't remember much of the conversation Kalim tricked him into having by saying he wanted to hang out in your guest room yesterday.

"But you were so happy to see them!"

Because of course, that had been Kalim's justification. And sure, he probably had been really happy to see you. He'd been running quite the fever and he can't imagine you made that temperature any better.

"Good morning, prefect." He manages it smoothly, you look properly embarrassed to see him this early, your eyes flicker to his hair and linger just a moment longer than normal. "Sleep well?"

"Mostly." You try to focus on his face, but his hair is clearly distracting. Your eyes keep darting back to it, Jamil expected to be embarrassed, but this is oddly empowering. "Is there a reason you're here so early?"

"I think you know why I'm here." You don't, he can tell that much from how you swallow. "Can I come in?"

"Sure?" You move just the bit and Jamil let's himself inside, the doors in Ramshackle always look so damn similar. Just how do you find your way around in here? "Um, Jamil?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know why you're here?" You look lovely

"Of course." He laughs. "I left a hair accessory here yesterday when Kalim decided to visit." How odd, normally you'd flinch if he worded it like that. Instead you just look sort of blurry.

"I see." You're close now, but he can't see you through this weird fog that's filling your hallways. You push back his headband and press the back of your plam to his forehead. "Oof. Well that's not good." Your arm encircles his shoulders and boosts him back up to his feet. He supposes he can afford to lean towards you, there's enough plausible deniabilty in what he's said already to keep his feelings to himself.

"C'mon." You do your best to boost him and march back towards the door. Jamil is smiling similar to how he does when he gets one over on Azul, but you doubt he's planned this. He's so feverish that his skin has gotten clammy. "I already took your hair pin back to Scarabia, ok? Let's get you back to bed."

"That's so kind of you." His hoarse voice tries to purr. "Perhaps you'd like to stay for breakfast?" Thank the seven Grim isn't awake yet. You'd never hear the end of this from either of them.

Encyclopedia of Tea

Books are expensive, you can count on one hand the ones you own unrelated to your school work scattered around your dorm. They are precious to you, signs of your life in a world you don't belong in. A way to tell something about you if someone decided to look at the little shelf you had finally put up in your guest room.

And someone had, because you know damn well this book isn't yours, the process of returning it is guaranteed to be a headache but the longer you hesitate the more ammunition the book's rightful owner will have to accuse you of stealing it. Assuming that's what Jade's goal was anyway, it seemed like something he would find funny to do. You could picture him slipping the book onto your shelf with that calm look on his face.

Jade's face isn't what you would call wildly expressive. He smiles pleasantly most of the time, seldom do you see him frown. Even now when his forehead is knit in concern there's nothing really resembling the scowl you saw during Azul’s overblot.

"Hello Jade, forgotten something?" You hold the book up and shake it slightly. His eyes widen, and his smile drops into something more nuteral. This expression is adorable, it stays as Jade speaks, allowing you to admire it longer

"Oh?" He blinks, Jade wakes easily enough so your own expression flickers to concern at how slow he seems for just long enough to give him back his confidence. "It seems the simplest solution was correct. Thank you, prefect." He reaches for the book, hands lingering near yours as his eyes focus on the title of the book. He is painfully slow in taking it back.

"Do you really take this everywhere with you?" Your hand involuntarily flexes as you retreat back into your personal space. Sometimes you wish you could read minds, it would make this heavy feeling in your heart more explainable. Let you notice the way Jade's teeth display for you and not hide inside your own insecurities, how he wishes you would keep your eyes on him.

"Of course, it helps to have some light reading on hand when things get slow." He wishes you had kept the book long enough for it to retain your scent or some of your warmth. Perhaps now that he's set this precedent, he can fake it. Leave his jacket or his scarf? But no, that wouldn't be believable. He's Jade Leech, the Vice Warden of Octavinelle. You would never believe the real reason the book ended up where it did. His dreams are his to dwell in alone.

"Perhaps as thanks I could prepare one of my favorites for you? To clear the debt so to speak." For now.

[etclouie]

Happy 1 year! 💜 I love the event and the layout is so cute!

I have a requests from the morning after prompt list for Juice ortiz with the prompt do you want me to go?

Thanks!

title; early cooldowns (Juice Ortiz x fem!reader)

prompts; “do you want me to go?�� from morning after starters 

warnings; fwb dynamics, juice uses sex to help calm himself down after club runs, allusions to another round, so minors do not interact!!!, but that’s it (413)

one year masterlist | main masterlist

— come celebrate my one year!!

Juice had asked you to stop by his place after the latest club run, something he always done when he needed to unwind. 

the nights went by quick, and you always woke up the next morning with his phone ringing on the nightstand. 

today being no different. 

his phone woke you, yet Juice slept through it, his exhaustion obvious from the back to back runs the club had gone on lately. 

carefully, you leaned over him to read the caller id, before slowly nudging him awake. he groaned in frustration, rubbing tiredly at his eyes with one hand while he answered the phone with the other hand. 

you lay on your stomach next to him, watching as he spoke to Jax, annoyance painting Juice’s face as he sighed. 

he ran a hand down his face, huffing as he shut over his phone before tossing it back onto the nightstand, which made you frown. 

“another run?”

Juice shook his head, his eyes softening as they met yours. 

“something else Jax needs me for”

you frowned again.

it was always something, that’s why Juice had never made a move to further this between you. 

he was scared of you getting too involved in the club, getting hurt from his actions. 

“do you want me to go?”

you asked quietly, sitting up on your knees next to him while he sighed again. 

it was rare that Juice got this deflated with you still around, which told you that the situation was bad. 

after a minute, Juice pulled you over into his lap, holding you against his chest as he spoke. 

“don’t go…“

you didn’t have to be told twice. 

one of his hands trailed the length of your back, his touch absentminded as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“i’ll always be here for you, please know that”

he knew that, god did he know it. 

it was one thing Juice loved about you, you always knew what he needed. always there when he needed you to be. 

his fingers continued across your back as you lifted your head, catching his lips in a kiss before whispering to him. 

“if another round will help calm you down before you head out, then i’m more than happy to indulge”

Juice chuckled, kissing you again as he flipped you onto your back, settling on his knees between your legs as he murmured against your lips. 

“too good to me, coming back to you when we’re done later”

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[somefanficrecomendations]

Batlanern Fic Rec

Y’all I have fallen down a rabbit hole with this ship. Is this a rarepair? I think so. If you’re not familiar with this ship, fear not dear reader, I shall educate you. Batlanern is Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne. Here’s a few of my favorite fics!

Ends Against the Middle by forthegreatergood (multi), 10k, Getting Together      Of all the obstacles Bruce expected when he decided to make a move on Hal, Oliver's attempt to speed things along wasn't one of them.

Welcome to the Family by ViiAo1 67k, WIP, Batfam Shenanigans      Bruce’s children want to meet the man that their father deemed worthy of a smile. So they do, in the only way they know how. By breaking into people's houses and lurking in dark places.      Bruce just wants his children to stop stalking Earth’s Green Lantern, if only because they're ruining his plans.      And Hal? Well, Hal is convinced that Bruce has concocted a plot to get around his ‘no killing’ rule, by having his children stalk him until his heart gives out from the stress.

Falafel by TotallyARealPerson 3k, A/B/O, Smut      Six hours. Six hours is a fairly short amount of time. Six hours without sex should be easy, and it probably would be in any other circumstance.      It's all Bruce's fault.

r/everymanshouldknow: How to interact with kids? by Alienu 5k, Fluff (Apparently, the hardest part about dating isn’t actually getting to the dating stage. It's the part where you try to get your boyfriend's assassin trained, murderous, snappy twelve year old son to like you.      Hal figures this out the hard way.)

Bruce knows how to swim, and he is will swim up the entire Nile if he has to. Too bad Jason has other plans by arrowupmysleeve 5k, Fluff and Humor      Text from Clark K at 10.51: You need to call Hal. He must be freaking out right now.😱      Bruce ignores the text. Just like he has ignored all the others and reaches for the Gotham Gazette's sports section, it seems the Gotham knights lost the game this weekend and that they are considering a trade with the Star City team. Bruce continues to read as the tv drones on in the background at a low volume.      "Morning, B." Jason greets as he enters the kitchen and takes the seat. The grin in his voice is audible, and Bruce almost wines. Jason has most definitely seen the news.     "Good morning, Jason," Bruce responds without looking up from his paper. His phone starts ringing, and Bruce glances at the caller id. It's Clark, again.

The Last Someone by FabulaRasa (multi), 21k, Discussions of oral sex      I decided that what the fandom really needed was yet another object of Pussygate 2021 discourse, so here is my contribution, in which Bruce gets humiliated, Hal gets curious, and they both get what they're looking for.      In case you were (blessedly) living under a rock the last few weeks and don't know what any of this is about, here is your starter kit.

[ryuichirou]

Hi hi long time listener first time caller: I was interested to hear you talk about Vil and Rook in your wholesome hc post. I’m curious about what other thoughts and feelings you have for them, if you feel like sharing!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for being a long time listener and for your ask~

I do indeed have a lot of thoughts and feelings about these two. I always have this feeling that we don’t post about them all that much, but then it always turns out that I just can’t shut up about Rook/Vil lol I think we’ve had at least 3 hc posts about them, and a couple of them were on a darker side, so I guess it’s time to give these boys more wholesomeness.

As always, I am physically incapable of coming up with sweet stuff, but I did my best! I hope you enjoy reading these.

Over these almost three years Rook has taken thousands of Vil pics, but ironically, Vil only has a couple of Rook pics. Rook doesn’t like having pictures of him taken all that much; it’s not like he’s against it or uncomfortable with it, he just prefers to have it the other way around. But these rare instances where Vil manages to take a selfie with him are always precious. Vil’s favourite ones are the one taken in the NRC’s courtyard (he finds it sentimental), the one taken in an auditorium of a theatre (they really enjoyed that opera), and the very private sleepy lazy nude one. Naturally, there is no way he’d share those on Magicam.

Being big movie/theatre nerds, they quote a lot of obscure stuff that both of them love. It’s like their secret code that no one else would ever get because they are the only people their age who watched that weird old but very quotable movie about some lady becoming a witch and killing her husband. Sometimes Rook quotes it just to cheer up Vil when he is in a bad mood.

They also sing together sometimes, but not very often. Rook would love to do it more often, he would prefer to live his entire life like he is in a musical, but Vil doesn’t think that singing randomly all the time is a good idea. For starters, it could strain your vocal cords. But also, real life doesn’t really feel like a musical to him… He indulges Rook every once in a while though.

I’ve mentioned it in another post, but I’ll reiterate and add to it a little bit: they are very likely to stay together even after graduating from NRC. To be honest, I think they are very likely to spend their entire lives together, even though a lot of it would end up being LDR: both of them would travel the world doing their own thing, being very busy and working a lot, but they would always facetime or just call each other to talk for at least an hour or so. Rook would always send Vil flowers and gifts, and always anonymously, but Vil doesn’t need a card to identify Rook’s gift in a huge pile of others.

They would own a house together that Epel would spend a lot of time in because they are rarely home and someone has to babysit their dogs and their garden, so technically it’s Epel’s house 70% of the year lol But whenever they could, they would come back to it and spend their lovely 30% of the year together! The house was technically built to be able to host parties in and invite people over (their home cinema room has 30 seats…), but whenever they get home, they spend pretty much all the time alone.

[dangaer]

forgot to announce my good news so a little heads up, i'm off for the next four days!

i also wanted to talk about how some of you may have noticed that katsuro was not included in my starter calls ... you will be surprised to know that, in fact, that was not an error because i have finally gotten to a really good space in my little oc project, which i may have introduced to you before under this name, but am officially naming this: compalnion!

to give you a basic rundown on the whole project, compalnion is basically a companion - finding line, basically for friendships or relationships, whatever your muse will be in the market for! they advertise through word of mouth / discreet advertisement through flyers etc. if you need someone to just talk to? use compalnion! if you're looking to have a relationship, give compalnion a chance! need someone to be your date for an important event? get in touch with compalnion! worried about your friends singleness? you know what i'll be writing here!

the basis of compalnion as a collaborative rp experience between us as mutuals is that the mc in this situation is left ... completely blank. the basic compalnion plot will fall under the idea your character having contacted the line and will be connected to the callers (LI's ...) of your choice. however, if this isn't something you can really see your character being involved in, then i will probably drop some remix type ideas of how you can end up on a characters route (trust me, they all will be pretty unique!)

i can now confirm there are definitely 9 characters, and all of them are ... pretty interesting in their own right. before giving them all names and finishing off faceclaims for them, i have essentially started working out their dynamics to ensure that everything ties off before i truly set things into stone. for example, you can bang the villain in this game, you also can be a monsterlover/fucker if you fancy too (separate route) , there is the typical blonde hair ml who's route is rather ... 'captivating' , there's a route that deals with organised crime and a supernatural kind of route. to explain more would be going wayyyy into details but if you guys think you'd be interested in knowing the concepts then maybe i can drop those?

oh, and i also decided to help with the decision making process if you found yourself unsure of who to start with / what options may be best for your ideals - i'll probably make a little googl.e form questionnaire where i can message and let you know the top three or something ...

[nettwatchedd]

@axeattitude ⇛⇛⇛ Starter

Everyone in Night City and beyond went a little too far with the net, poking around places they shouldn't and repurposing AI to their personal niche. More commonly, if it wasn't the corp elite, it was the super rich...

Bryce would rather deal with a fellow corp than a celebrity of Night City, but he was a valued agent and a slave to needs of NetWatch...

" Getting a little too personal, aren't we? "

The agent scoffed to himself, using the tools he had at his current disposal in North Oak, scouring a hot-spot within the area, or more specifically; the Eurodyne residence. The manor was guarded by a series of bots which were recently flagged as unauthorized. Not to mention a few odd devices within the home that had been 'jailbroken'

It started with the computer screens within the home, glitching between static breaks of red and blue before displaying the infamous NetWatch 'eye' and logo. The robots however... Remained unphased.

Bryce left them alone, but he used the local 'caller' system from the manors front gate to speak within the home.

" Consider it a friendly warning. I'll leave the bots to your pleasure, as they seem akin to your friends. "

[cookieofearthbread]

Like / Reblog for a starter with First Grain or First Cream (Feel free to say which one you want otherwise I will be picking.)

Multimuse - Please say which muses

[venomouslick]

𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 FIRST ASSEMBLY BAPTIST CHURCH ♡ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 OPEN STARTER

༻🕯️༺ㅤ𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: spencer x anyone ༻🕯️༺ㅤ𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: n/a

After what felt like an eternity of listening to never ending whispers of what people thought happened uttered within the church, Spencer felt a desperate need to get away from it all. To rid himself of the baseless accusations aimed at Eliza and her family, and the likelihood of it all having been nothing more than another ploy to disturb the town. It wasn’t his place to scold or redirect their focus to what was important - what they were there for in the first place - but the air grew thick with tension and he was sure a migraine would soon follow, so he found himself outside. 

It wasn’t any better there either, what with people - mainly younger ones - parading the church’s premise, but the fresh air was worth it all. The service would soon approach its end either way, and he felt as though he’d seen all he intended to on that day. Gathering his things, Spencer wondered if his absence would be noticed or if he could simply make a clean getaway. He’d come within ten feet of his vehicle when he heard his name called and turned. “  How’s it going?  ” he greeted, only to be surprised by the clearness in his voice now that he no longer whispered, “  Let me drop a couple things in my car, real quick.  ” Once he’d done so, he returned to the caller, half jogging over to where they waited and smiled. “  Heading out too?  ”

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

August 29th.

This is a fanfic / open rp starter so it’s kinda long. The writing might not be great, sorry.

TW for child death, loss of a sibling, minor mentions of bad parenting, minor drug use, minor toxic relationship

Every year without fail the week of August 25 was maybe the worst week of Ossy’s life. Every year they’d go through the same calls, same arrangements, same people. It never changed, even if their life circumstances did. Every year they would end up with a crown of flowers and a box of Halloween candy, completely and utterly alone.

It had been the same when they were eight and had been flown home from camp to give their testimony to the police. It had been the same when they were twelve, reeling from the loss of their brother and best friend and so, so many others; lost and alone in the middle of New York.

It had gotten worse when Ossy was thirteen, their palm sliced open over a marble altar, clasped in the hand of their best friend somewhere in the wilderness of the Yukon. Being fifteen in Gotham would be no different.

—

August 25.

It began, the preparations; the prayers. They called Frank first. Ossy hadn’t talked to him in years when it had first happened, he’d left the island with his mother to live with his grandmother in Vancouver, and they’d drifted apart.

A three hours on the ferry was a long time to travel to see someone, it wasn’t like they’d been good friends. They’d been five and eight, quietly talking in the forest behind their school every couple of days. That was all, Ossy didn’t think they’d ever speak to him again.

Then came the second war. He was there; they weren’t. He stopped by the med bay, asked where they’d been. They answered. He’d talked with them for hours, but he would always have to leave.

Nevertheless Ossy picked up their phone, dialled his number. They let it ring, once, twice. They hung up. It wasn’t right to bother Frank nowadays, and he hadn’t really known her anyway. Most people hadn’t.

They ordered a bulk box of Halloween candy. It would arrive in two days. They wished it would never come.

—

August 26.

Ossy’d found a place that did rush flower arrangements. They ordered three flower crowns, one for them, two for her. The place they’d gotten it, Belle Flore, was this tiny shop in North Gotham that imported seeds from everywhere in the world and grew all the flowers in a grow room above the store. The clerk, a red-headed guy probably less than a year older than them named Rhys, had been nice about the whole thing, suggesting an arrangement of Pheasants Eye, Prince’s Feather, Baby’s Breath, and Buttercup.

The combination was odd but sweet, symbolic. Buttercup had been her favourite after all. The crowns would be done in three days, the 29th.

Ossy would pick it up in the morning, flowers were always better fresh.

They spend the rest of the day asleep. The tranqs they’d gotten from Peter were nice, though they’d had to ration them out. They’d told him 2 wasn’t gonna be enough.

-

August 27.

Ossy sleeps through the day. They don’t move, but it’s fine. They don’t need to. Sleep is quiet, calming. Hypnos must have taken pity of them, each dream is an altered memory of their life before everything, a kinder one.

-

August 28.

The phone rings five times before going to voicemail, their mums soft voice letting them know to leave a message and that she’d get to it in the morning. She wouldn’t, not when she saw the caller ID.

“Hey, mum. It’s me. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and I’m..I’m doing something for the 29th. You can always join me, I’ll pay for your flight and everything.”

Ossy pauses, taking a shuddering breath. It’s been a while since they’ve cried properly.

“…I miss you. And Grandpa. I’m sorry..about everything.”

They hang up quickly, regretting every second of it. She’d just delete it when she saw it, she always did. They leave the message anyway.

The package with the candy arrives at the manor, nobody asks what’s in it. Ossy doesn’t know if anyone even noticed it arrive. They request the day off tomorrow from the Deli, Mr. Maroni approves it. He’s been nice since he found out about the mugging, probably thinks they’re still scared of doing the night shift. They are, but they wouldn’t tell him that.

The night roles around and they pop the second half of a tranq. They don’t know if they want to wake up in the morning, sleeping away the 29th doesn’t sound half bad. It would be mean though, she would never have done it. She didn’t sleep, it was genetic. The gene had skipped Ossy.

-

August 29.

At 5:30 AM they show up at Belle Flores, it’s the same clerk, Rhys. He quietly hands over a pastel blue box with a subdued smile. He knows what the crowns are for, they’d told him. It’s easier to talk to strangers about these things.

Ossy stops back at the manor, grabbing the cats before hopping on one of the busses. They need to get out of the city again. Sometimes Gotham, with its constant noise and soaring buildings, felt like a maze. This then made them the rat, trying to find its way out before getting zapped.

The concrete held an energy they could never quite get used too. Ossy missed the blue pine of the salmon and rain forests; trees so large and thick they muffled everything within their shade, where oceans crashed against the conifered cliffs of their piece of home. They’d stolen that line from John Vailant.

The bus pulled to a stop outside a rocky beach. The cats had been quiet for the ride, good travellers. Ossy realized she’d never gotten to meet them.

They set up camp on a fallen log near the tree line, setting up a fence so the cats could be let loose to roam. Two of the flower crowns were laid side by side, the third resting on their head. It was good work, better than either of them had ever been capable of.

Ossy sat there for a while, listening to old songs they had long forgotten the words to, taking two bowls and pouring them full of the candy. It was stale, but that didn’t really matter. Stel had always saved her Halloween candy until Easter. They ate quietly, watching the cats play fight.

Ossy wasn’t sure how long it took for them to break down but they’d like to think it was close to an hour, a respectable amount of time to hold vigil before they imploded.

It was stupid for them to think they’d escaped it, moved past it. Not her death, no, they could never get over that, but being alone each year.

Not even having a picture of the family together. It was starting to get to them. Ossy would never admit it but they were starting to forget her face. People had always said they’d looked similar. They could never believe it. Stel had been good, so much better than any of the rest of them. Ossy would never be sure how she came from a family like theirs. Truth be told, they weren’t even sure what they looked like anymore, but that had little to do with the comparisons.

Ossy pulled out their phone, dialling half the numbers in their phone before deleting each one. They didn’t want to feel the need to explain it all to anyone. Deanna had told them to stop over analyzing their emotions, it wasn’t actually a form of processing apparently.

Finally, they landed on someone they wouldn’t mind calling. The gnawing sensation in their gut growing ever stronger as the phone rang, the soft click of the receiver letting them know there wasn’t really a way back.

“Hey.”

[christopherxmurray]

starter for @nolanxmurray

location: kimset harbor police station

Christopher was just exiting the hospital, having worked late at the local hospital when his phone rang. A groan slipped over his lips as he didn't bother to look at the caller ID before answering it. It was an officer from Kismet Harbor Police Station letting him know that his brother, Nolan Murray, was ready to be picked up. Whatever his brother did, it wasn't spoken over the phone and it left Christopher deciding whether or not he should actually go pick up his brother.

Deciding it was the way to keep repairing the relationship with him, he got into his car and headed over to the police station. When he pulled up, he promptly walked into the police station and spotted his brother. "Nolan," he sighed, seeing his brother sitting there, "what did you do?"

[twisted-kratts]

Twisted Pokemon trainers

I was thinking about this and like decided to do stuff with these guys and Pokemon, I wanted to do this anyway at some point, but time for the Twisted Kratts to have some Pokemon Long post so squished for convenience

Mateo, the abyssal trainer

Mateo's team is full of somewhat strong poison and Dark types, obviously he has a Sharpedo, but his team is more rounded out Deep terror the Sharpedo (raised it from a carvanha) Burn scars the Houndoom (it bit him and he kept it) Jungle stomp the Venasaur (it poisoned him when it was an Ivysaur) Trio scream the Hydreigon (got it from an egg) Amp breaker the Toxtricity (electrocuted him a lot) Hazard bite the Alolan Muk (fought it when it tried to steal his pancake) He is rather playful about his team names but says rather dark and concerning things with a smile, such as "Man, I really want to bite your hand off for doing that." Anyway, onto the next

Charles, the heated fighter

This one is also obvious, just like the others, such as he has an Incineroar as his starter anyway but he is a Fire/Fighting type, these were pretty obvious Savage the Incineroar (raised from a Litten in secret) Break the Hisuian Decidueye (He and Chris both got rowlets but) Destruction the Blazekin (they fought once and had an understanding) Havoc the Annihilape (The twentyth time it used Rage fist was on him) Shatter the Pawmot (the only Pokémon that came up to him and he couldn't keep a scowl around it, and enjoys being around it) Patience the Delphox (Is the only one of his Pokémon that gives him attitude when he gets angry) He's very much still anti-human even as a trainer, his Pokémon are trained and disciplined to deal with most challenges, they come across most of his interactions with other trainers are swift and simple.

Kita, the illusory actress

Kecleon girl, acting and learning the secrets of others because it's funny. anyway, we have the Normal/Ghost trainer duh I guess Caller the Kecleon (No one knew she had this for a good while) Whisper the Gengar (was a gastly and just stuck around Kita for shits and giggles) Silence the Farigiraf (thought it looked cool and kept it) Exclamation the Obstagoon (found it eating her trash when it was a Zigzagoon) Echo the Hisuian Zoroark (Followed her home when it was a Zoura) Gash the Cerluedge (Got it as a gift from Charles, when it was a Charcadet) She's still the same, finding out people's secrets and tricking them now, she likes to use Echo to basically be a stand in for her when she needs to, and loves to see the reactions to when people discover the trick.

Abigal the offputting inventor

Well, this girl is packing Steel and Fairy types on her team and will use them to seize the chance to beguile and run you through the wringer if you're not careful. FE the Corviknight (given to her as an egg) NE the Togekiss (found out in the wild and wanted to experiment on it) TI the Mawile (was found trying to bite Mateo's arm off) CO the Tinkaton (sees herself in it with its reckless nature) RA the Azumarill (Just likes its vibe really) NH the Hatterene (It almost killed Mateo once and she took it in to test its emotional sensitivity more) Of course, her entire deal with pokemon battles is to test how her Pokemon shape up and how they react to certain battles, her entire thing is saying stuff about how the battle was a test to see and maybe next time will be a different result.

Jackson T, the arrogant dragon pilot

Of course I wouldn't forget the man himself, using only Dragon types, he is a man who gives no quarter to anything outside of perfection. Lockheed the Garchomp (It bit JZ once and knew it was his to have) Thundechief the Archdualdon (Found it along with Abigal during a rainstorm and fought it with Lockheed) Grumman the Dragalge (Almost drowned and it saved him with Mateo) Phantom the Dragapult (Was given to him by Kita when it was a Dreepy) Mikoyan the Kommo-o (Charles found its egg and left it for JT) Sukhoi the Drampa (it was his friend during childhood, and JT saved it from another dragon type trying to kill it) All his Pokémon were given to him as a gift from the others or found alongside them, you can also tell they each match a type the others specialize in. he's just as arrogant as Blue/Bede, whoever else and just as much an asshole when he loses "You won because I was having an off day that's all" Fun fact, they each were a part of other teams in other places before they became a team Mateo was in team aqua Charles was in team plasma (not neo plasma) Kita was in Team Rocket Abigal was a part of the Aether Foundation Jackson T was in team Galactic They don't mind talking about it as it's kind of an open secret for them. Anyway, I just wanted to do a little thing with these characters for funsies okay till the next post, good bye~