#( ✎ ) : starter

[veilmetricked]

location: at the carnival

"what are you going to win me?" cerio licked his lips as he approached them, almost nearly closing all of the space in between them. he was eating some cotton candy, letting the sweet treat melt in his mouth. then he picked off a piece and put it right in front of their mouth, letting them take it if they wanted. "i'm probably not the best at any of these games, but i want the big teddy bear. i can give you something in return?" whether he seduced someone to win them a prize or gave them himself. "more cotton candy perhaps?"

[unrealization]

Like for a starter from Princess.

Please specify which muse you would like it for if you're a multimuse. You can also specify WHICH princess you want, or I can randomize.

[ripdenbrough]

OPEN STARTER !

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ ❝ YOU'RE STILL AWAKE? ❞ the writer was certainly one to talk , being quite the insomniac himself. blue eyes glanced to the clock on the wall ; it read 2:58am , two minutes before the start of the supposed SPIRIT HOUR that he had written about in his novels on more than one occasion.

[helldustedstories]

Haven't done one of these in a while! While this one is more for people I haven't interacted a bunch with, if we have written together, I'll still write you something. Click the little heart and lemme know your preferences or I will literally roll the dice and we'll both have to live with the consequences.

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – The Asset must have lost track of time. When was the last time he blinked? Steel blue eyes seemed to be carving something, metaphorically speaking of course, onto Rumlow's skull. He kept quiet all the while, he almost never spoke unless he had to for a mission, or to offer information, or because his handler asked him to speak.

So often times, that was what the Asset did. He stayed quiet, observed. He paid attention to every single detail about him or anyone around him, looking for the slightest cue of non verbal communication. He had to, the Asset always had to be on his toes, always ready.

Although, his hair was getting longer he realized. Not that he paid attention to it, people from the organization took care of a few personal hygiene needs the Asset could have like haircuts, or showers.

Well, being hosed down against a brick wall was more accurate than using the term "shower".

[prcttygrls]

open starter !

plot: natalie is at her childhood bestie's birthday party, where the drinking has clearly gotten out of hand. natalie and her best friend's longtime boyfriend have been trying to look after her all night, but she hasn't given them much reprieve. when she finally passes out on the couch downstairs, natalie and her best friend's boyfriend head up to her room to rest too. but maybe sharing your best friend's bed with their boyfriend isn't the best idea when he makes you that hot and you've been drinking all night. wanted opposties: david corenswet, theo james, simu liu, manu rios, dylan o'brien, brandon flynn, jacob elordi, tom holland, danny griffin note: open to using a different muse for this. also, bonus points if your muse is assumed gay or bi and dating a man. made with beta

the night had been long and natalie's patience for her best friend had run short. sure, it was her birthday, but she certainly hadn't made things easy for anyone involved. practical strangers had seemingly found their way to the house party that was being thrown in her friend's honor. she'd only gotten to experience a slight buzz before having to run around to make sure the house wasn't falling apart and making sure that her best friend wasn't so wasted they hurt themself. she'd had help of course - her best friend's longtime boyfriend who natalie had considered like a brother considering how often he was around. it wasn't until recently that she'd started looking at him a bit differently. the man had really seemed to step up to be a devoted boyfriend far too good for her friend. and truth be told, his body had seemingly improved every single year. it seemed the gym was paying off in spades. she just hoped her friend treated him like he deserved. it wasn't until she'd finally settled her best friend on the couch that she returned to her best friend's room, throwing herself on their bed, her short jean shorts riding up even more when she heard the knob and felt the man enter the room. "oh-! hey. i just got her to sleep? any luck clearing the house?" she questioned, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

[wildcr]

open to: males / females / nonbinary (fyi drew is a lesbian)  plot: once again lmao princess x knight but drew is the princess. her family is under siege by assassins, and your muse has been tasked with keeping her alive

                     —                        “I DON’T NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME,” drew insisted, crossing her arms across her chest. she was an adult, for gods’ sakes. this ploy of her parents’, to keep her under lock and key and constant supervision of guards and knights, was getting on her last nerve. one assassination attempt and suddenly she had no freedom anymore. “I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF LOOKING OUT FOR MYSELF, SO. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, GOODBYE.” she swung the door closed between them, hoping to cut them off at the pass.

[acuityfeed]

  “&– -And who are you to care if this should lead to my death or worse? Last I checked you were not my keeper-- - I did not pay you a head in gold to keep my scales safe on my hide.” // OPEN STARTER

[yellowpuppet]

★ CONTROLLER - BLOUSE ★

When we were old enough To know there was something else Did you go to your dad? Did you go to your mom? They used to say that you're old enough to know But what's the use of that if you have no control?Still you come, took away the sun No one is trying to control it We could go somewhere with different length We could learn to love the controller

⋆            ★        ❝  I  don’t  know  who  or  why  or  even  IF  everything  even  comes  down  to  her.  -  That  woman.  -  But  she  couldn’t  be  bad,  could  she?  Maybe  there’s  more  to  this  than  it  seems. ❞ They  ponder  a  second.   ❝ No  that  can’t  be  it,...  can  it?  ❞  They’re  pacing  back  and  forth  it  wasn’t  everyday  you  think  you  met  someone  of  higher  power,  someone  of  more  control  of  what  happens  in  your  life  than  even  yourself.  

⋆            ★        ❝ It  just  doesn’t  make  sense.  Why  would  she  cause  us  so  much  pain?  She  can’t  just  be  the  only  thing  up  there.  She  seemed  alright  from  what  I  remember,  maybe  it  is  something  else...someone  else.  ❞   

They  stop  in  their  tracks,  green  eyes  looking  toward  their  company  once  more.   ❝ Sorry.  I  didn’t...it’s  rude  of  me  to  be  tugging  at  my  hair  and  scavenging  for  answers  in  company. ❞  They  return  to  the  table,  hands  still  restless  as  they  tapped.   ❝ You  wouldn’t  fancy  a  biscuit,  would  you?   ❞  They  are  offering.  

  ★ @inhxuman​ ★ PLAYLIST STARTER

[pseudoneiiric]

@deathwis​ / @e1dest​​ asked:

cracked knuckles bump along a wrinkled forehead, cautious and flighty. only grazing along the skin enough to feel out signs of warmth ; an inspection half assed given how naturally sun soaked jay is, though he's firm on not pushing it. wood scratched fingers retract back into an equally worked palm -- mangling into a fist as he edges away. no fever, that's good. all thoughts are scattered and red tinted, murky fog of an irritated headache disguising the original reaction to this whole goddamn thing : a peeling sort of primal fear. knees ache from the awkward climb down the muddied slope, dirt caked under janky nails and strands of sandy brown mussed and askew thanks to the humid whipping of air. narrow chest smoothing out from panted breaths, blue eyes a hidden tint brighter since he can now assess the damage. but all that worry's finally being shoved into an even more smothered anger, 'cause fucking god how could jay be such an idiot?

“how'd it happen? when you're out here, you're supposed'ta be watchin' your step.” tyler scolds, all unimpressed and difficult. exhausted gaze rakes over the variety of red lines scratched over baby fat skin. the new holes in hand-me-down clothes. recognizes the ratty remains of dale's old shirt clinging to a wiry frame immediately, which only serves to make him bristle further. lips pressing into a thin line as hollow cheeks puff out in aggression, bracing against the urge to jerk jay closer to force an inspection. not like he'd appreciate it anyway, tyler's sure. finally, intent eyes land on the swollen red of his brother's the kid's knee ; ignoring the way bile crawls up his throat at the sorry sight. “nevermind that, can you stand?” his level tone wavers, voice shrinking a size in barely concealed empathy. it'd wound his pride if he could focus on anything but the signs of pain flickering across jay's face. and being crouched down beside him makes that more than a little difficult.  //  smth smth baby brother had a nasty fall in the woods & scared this man shitless <3

it’s not like jay doesn’t watch his back — something he’s eager to voice with a grumble, since he knows tyler never gives him the benefit of the doubt. dale always gives him the benefit of the doubt with these things, though the youngest holt can’t argue that when he took this nasty spill, the first name he called out, broken and fearful, was tyler’s. knowing that if there was gonna be anyone that could patch him up, keep him safe, it’d be the eldest. his older brother, with a yawning distance between them that jay doesn’t think they can ever close. not with tyler so much older and always scoldin’ him like he’s his pa. the way tyler stares at him at dinner always unnerved him, too, not even bothering to say anything. it’s no secret in jay’s head that tyler’s more like a pa than a brother, though jay can mouth off to him in a way he can’t with pa. takes that small victory where he can, at every opportunity that comes up. “i was,” is what he forces out, though his voice is tight with pain. “you know i always do.”

but he doesn’t give voice to what actually happened, worried that tyler will say something biting about it, and jay’s just not in the mood. not when his knee feels like it’s going to buckle. “i think... i can stand.” but when he tries, his knee immediately seizes up, and he lets himself fall to the ground — better than reaching to tyler for support. tyler probably wouldn’t appreciate jay getting handsy anyway, even though jay hisses at the feeling of stray pebbles scratching his palm. “i think it’s sprained.” the words are said plaintively, lost blue eyes looking around for anything he can use to splint it. he already knows there’s nothin’ around here — if he coulda splinted it, he woulda already done it. “you’ll...” and jay hesitates, not wanting to trigger tyler’s ire by asking him to do something, practically telling him, “hafta help me back home. i remember the way, i just can’t get there on my own.”

[unrealization]

Do me a favor and like this for a starter from Akihiko Sanada

[drdemeaning]

Slowly making Icons for 1048 Otto, conciser this a starter call!

[helldustedstories]

It's D&D night, which means I'll be tormenting guiding my players through a bar brawl when this posts!

But if you like this post, I'll write you a little starter! I'm still figurin' my way around and I thought this might be a good way to interact!

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ @little-blog-of-horrors

There were many reasons for Bucky not to want to stay at the Raft, waiting to go through very specific check-ups and reviews before he was allowed to go further into the underwater prison. He didn’t want to be there but as usual, he didn’t have much choice. People kept saying he was free now, that he was able to make his own decisions, that he could be just a regular civilian and yet…Bucky had to go to therapy even if he didn’t want to, even if he felt he wasn’t ready, he had to work together with the man who previously tried to hunt him (yes, Ross) to do some interrogation and get vital information about a specific someone.

And that someone for once wasn’t Zemo. 

Back when Steve and Bucky went to Siberia to find the rest of the super soldiers from the Winter Soldier programs, Zemo had already completed his mission by shooting everyone in the head, killing them instantly. Except one of them survived.

Bucky wasn’t sure how, but they found he was still breathing once they unfroze him. And because he had been, apparently, into the Winter Soldier program it was only natural he was kept under medical care and constant supervision in the safest place they had: the Raft.

And that was the gist of it, the summary of Bucky’s detective/babysitter job he was obligated to take because of his pardon. Honestly, sometimes he thought perhaps it would’ve been better to be forever on the run rather than…whatever that was.

But he could put his bitterness aside. Temporarily.

The man in question was Vincent Russev and he had been born back in 1915, so that made him slightly older than Bucky himself. There wasn’t much else on the files Bucky had gotten, but a name, someone who grew up between world war events and was HYDRA’s lab rat as much as he was? Well, that just sounded like the start of a very awkward, very long conversation.

They also had told Bucky he should be awake, and that his vitals were stable enough to keep him in a cell (with the proper countermeasures, of course, like the ones they had taken with him back in Germany). So Bucky waited on the other side of the cell, arms folded, a stern face. There was a chair next to him but for the time being he didn’t feel like sitting down. His eyes were fixating on the shape on the other side of the glass and his patience was running low.

[prcttygrls]

open starter !

plot: elliana is a new regular at a sex club. because it's an affluent town, it's all anonymous, usually some barrier hiding their faces. but tonight it's the best fuck she's ever had. and he seemed to enjoy it too. but what happens when she realizes she just fucked her annoying engaged (step) brother? and how are they going to get home without doing it again? wanted opposites: theo james, david corenswet, simu liu, matthew daddario, chris wood, aaron taylor-johnson, dylan o'brien, brenton thwaites note: open to using a different muse for this made with beta

she was still panting, out of breath from the pounding she'd just taken from the man hidden behind the cover. elli's closed her eyes briefly as she tried to gather herself, her legs still shaking and cum running down her leg. she wasn't sure she'd ever had a fuck that great in her life. as she stood, she pulled down her short dress that'd been pulled up and finally found the strength to stand to leave. elli had only started doing this a few months ago after she'd moved on to college. it was her version of experimenting, despite the deep shame she still harbored about it should any of her family ever find out. she tried to shake those thoughts out of her mind as she made her way around the corner, on the off chance she'd catch the man who'd just made her squirt three times. but she certainly didn't expect to find her brother on the other side. her longtime, engaged brother. her annoying older brother. her heart sank briefly before fully realizing that both of them were fucked here. "holy shit, did you just cum in me? are you fucking serious, dude? you're engaged!" she yelled in a hushed whisper, pulling the man closer to a quieter corner.

[wildcr]

open to: females / nonbinary (mutuals & non-mutuals) connection: girlfriend

                     —                     “DID YOU FUCK HER?” rowan asked, her voice deadpan but a wave of explosive anger simmering just beneath it. anger was rowan’s specialty. and she wasn’t the best at relationships, not by any means, but she was pretty sure rule number one was don’t go off and cheat on your significant other.  and especially don’t get caught if you do. she was 99% sure she knew the answer, anyway, but she still wanted to hear the other girl say it. “JUST FUCKING TELL ME. DID YOU?”