#(( what's past is past || starter ))

[shieldslinger]

alright, lets give this a go: like this for a starter!

if you're feeling spicy, feel free to also request one for a specific verse

if you're extra spicy, feel free to ask if i have a verse for whatever you're interested in

[rubbarband]

Gotta get back to the past

Closer rp with @cybersp1d3r

Another day in Portland Oregon.

"WOOOOO HOOOOOOO!" In the middle of fighting a villain were two heroes, Desmond Baker Aka Rubbarband, sliding on giant vines made by his ally Freddy Anderson Aka Wildweald- Today they were fighting a run of the mill villain, chasing after him with vines made by WW as by Des's request.

"Hopefully these don't disturb the powerlines, lemme know when you're close enough and I'll spring the rest of the trap." His taller tree friend would look back to Des sliding right behind him. The tailed hero would give a thumbs up in reponse.

"You got it, just a little closer...." Closer and closer the villain darted through the sky on insect wings, almost too fast, but not too fast for a weird plan to take place. "ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPES!" Des called out jumping and with his elbow, just hitting the center of this villain's back sending them both down. "Now W:W!" Des would call out.

"Right!" With a flick of his neck, his hero air would make the vines on the back of his head longer and use that to ensnare the two. Then with that, Des would use his elastic powers to further trap him. The police would soon arrive capturing said villain.

"All in a day's work, thanks for the help big guy." Des would look up to freddy who's hair was now obesely long.

Suddenly what looks like a portal would open up infront of them.

M.T!? But he was in the underwater tower.... Des would stand at the ready with freddy making himself some branches to protect himself. "More trouble!"

[immcrtalsx]

"Oh it was a beautiful wedding, far better than other royal ones I've been to. Iconic really. I mean if that is how you start a marriage, no wonder it was so successful. Vic told me later it was love at first sight and a very memorable night if you know what I mean. Al said the same thing," Adelina explained over her glass of champagne, "This wedding though? Amazing. They're adorable, don't you think?" she asked Hen as she pointed out Mariza and Alex with the twins on the dance floor.

@mcnstercus ( Hen )

[diabelskoga]

Starting another starter call off by throwing out my vampire verse out here! Which is linked there. I may end up doing short / one-liner starters, depending??? on how I feel! I just want to work on more on certain verses that I have for Sanji, and having threads surrounding those verses may help too! Mutuals only, of course! ( multis please specify! )

[sunless-not-sinless]

one thing i love about tumblr is the queue. i have it so five reblogs a day will go up cone rain or shine.

but the queue has a max size of 1_000, so that could mean 200 days between me seeing a post and reblogging it. 200 days. even at ~30 days ive forgotten most of the posts and theyre fresh to me when i see them on my dash.

200 days. thats a pretty long time.

posts ive made have been dead for months and then suddenly someones queue came around and theres a new spark

whenever i see current political posts i fast reblog and queue. sure pretty much no one sees my posts but i see them! i get to be reminded of important events the collective consciousness stops talking about them!

if im ever too ill for screens my blog remains the same.

its my memories that i chose to share with my future self. its something there even when im not. its a reminder its nothing its jokes its memes

yknow what? its comforting

[streetslost]

with any oc. if you're not going to give them the effort of reading all their headcanons and backstory or the like. the least you can do is read their basic stats. i don't mind helping people with cat's long ass backstory and intricate details.

but when people have no idea her basic stats then it just feels demeaning tbh.

[sickuhhh]

@thedevilsbckbone liked for a starter!!

ONE WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN STRING OF COUGAR ATTACKS

The front page headline of the Deadwood Peak Bulletin read simply enough, but Eli knew better—knew in his bones—that there was so much more underneath the surface.

It had been a couple of months since he and Yvette ventured into those mines. The mines where they saw that thing. Eli took a seat at one of the farther-back pews, the pastor up front thanking everyone for attending Paloma's funeral after the harrowing news. It was a closed casket, of course. They never included these details in the paper on purpose, but he'd heard a word from the sheriff's office that the reason they knew it was Paloma for sure was because her nametag, ripped from the Starlight Diner uniform she was wearing the night she got killed, was the only thing that they could identify on the spot. Every other mauled bit of her—what they could gather from the remains—needed to be shipped off to autopsy and her identity was confirmed by her teeth.

Paloma was a nice woman, late 40s, a single mother of two. Her oldest son, Hayden, took the stand to deliver his eulogy. Eli wasn't aware of how tight his fist was until he felt a sudden headache rush to his head. He knew the truth: Cougars weren't to blame for all of the deaths happening in town. Paloma was the fifth one in such a short time, incredibly uncommon for the area. A few locals were fleeing town, some were staying put, armed. The once quiet town was on alert, on the defensive.

Since he and Yvette went into that mountain, they'd awoken something.

After the service, during refreshments, Eli spotted her across the room. He exchanged what he thought was a knowing look between them. He didn't want to go back into the mines, but what was happening seemed personal. Like the monster was going to keep doing this until someone tried to stop it. He closed the distance between them, leading Yvette into a quieter corner of the grieving room.

"Hey. You alright?"

[cowcowwow]

Trick or treat!!! :3

Drew ye as a VULPIX!!! :DD With maybe a lil skitty mixed in but who's to say >:3

[nxvola]

okay but hear me out, an au where he betrays the family tm

[strayslost]

"The job requires a lot of hard work. I've been told that I'm exceptionally talented, but really..."

Sigma trails off before he can finish his thought, uncertain if it's something he really wants to share. With the Sky Casino being so high-profile, most would expect it's manager to be someone impressive, and he's sure they're aware that the position is a demanding one - but quite how much work has gone into it is something he doesn't think people fully understand.

But Sigma is no man blessed by talent. Sometimes in the past he's felt like he's being torn by the seams, with the desperate lengths he's been driven to in keeping his home. And that's only within the short frame of it's existence, in spite of the world believing it had been around for years...

"...Well. I'm sure you must be a hard worker, too. Have you ever gambled yourself?"

@lunargifted ( starter for atsushi! )

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Boo Yihwa

"New idea: you fuck off or I'll kill you. I hate the way you smell."

[sunniestshark-ocs]

Join her in meditation, or antagonize her into a match? The choice is yours

[stcnefruit]

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

[immcrtalsx]

"They're joking right?" Adelina asked, glancing at the one who had just spoken, "Dios mio, please tell me they are joking."

@mcnstercus ( Dylan Moreno )

[ziracona]

It’s so funny that bc Re/Member didn’t get a popular US manga run, everyone trying to figure out and ‘explain’ the post credit scene for the movie is literally just making shit up. Like there is an answer. This was a phone game adapted to a manga adapted to an anime adapted to a live action film. There are in fact many ways to know. But no English speaker knows how to switch the Wikipedia location to a different country so they’re just throwing shit at the wall pretending it makes sense and is WOG. The Italians and who got the Managa release watching every US cinema outfit guess their ass off (wrong) rather than try and Google translate one article from French, Italian, or Japanese: “Cazzo è sta roba???”

[thoroughfvre]

" i know i fucked up but don’t shut me out . . . please let me in.  you have to give me a chance to try and fix what i've done ."