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#*         001.         ›         IN   CHARACTER   /   STARTERS.
secr3trings · 4 months
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one-liner starters with something in my playlist ...
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ac1numa · 9 months
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christmas, nye starter. if anyone want one ( as i only have energy for this and in the mood for early christmas and nye threads. ) like the post. mention the fandom or muse(s) you want the starter from and if multis, mention the muse(s) you want it for.
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foulhero · 5 months
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥,      𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐠𝐨𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐢𝐭’𝐬  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝  𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥  𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬’  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞,      ❛   it  pains  me  to  see  someone  such  a  deep  fount  of  power  used  by  a  god  who  depends  on  you  in  order  to  reign  above  you.     ❜  silence  meets  his  words,      the  down casted  gaze  as  he  had  knelt  before  his  sovereign.    𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧  𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞,      𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬.     for  he  is  the  almighty’s  most  tortured  puppet—a  mere  plaything.      
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❛  oh  king…  do  not  tell  me  that  you  truly  have  relinquished  your  will  to  play  at  servant  for  a  loveless  entity?…  ❜  his  voice  is  low,   finally,      he  is  graced  with  his  gaze,      𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡  𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞—𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞…  𝐡𝐞’𝐬  𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.     tired  of  all  of  this.     ❛  you  do  not  care  anymore.     ❜  the  revelation  sunk  his  heart.     he  could  feel  the  emptiness  now  setting  in.     perhaps  in  his  youth,      barnabas  had  tried  to  fight  it…  but  much  had  been  stolen  from  him,      and  now  he  sought  an  end  to  all  things.     ❛  you  and  i  are  more  alike  than  you  think,      your  majesty.     ❜   / @ashwarden
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frestoniia · 1 year
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Craig sits cross-legged near the flickering campfire. He holds his cittern close, its smooth wooden body nestled against his chest, as he begins to gently pluck the strings. Deft fingers glide across the instrument's frets, each note both deliberate and effortless at the same time. It's not a particularly complex tune, but it's a pleasant one all the same. If one were to listen closely, they might even hear his own faint humming, barely audible through the cittern's music.
With closed eyes, Craig loses himself in the melody. Whether he was playing an instrument or working metal into constructs, Craig was most at peace when he was creating something. Music or machine, magical or mundane, it mattered not.
And if his party members happen to find solace in his peaceful tune (or at the very least don't find it all that bothersome), that would be all the better.
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st4rburster · 7 months
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STARTER CALL like this if you'd like a small starter from one or more of my muses !
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warystares · 9 months
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✘ CLOSED / ft. grey laurier ( @gildcdglory ) on the faceless ship / the fourth level
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if he had it in him to be even slightly more self-aware, angel might've wondered exactly how inclined grey laurier might be to lend a portion of his time to him this evening ; after all, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that, at a SOIREÉ of this size, either of them might prefer to seek out the company of a face they DIDN'T already see at work half a dozen times this week ! but that's the thing about angel and gravity, isn't it ? there's not a single staff member on payroll ― excluding the other dancers, a few of whom they've taken to view as COMPETITION in a platform pleaser sprint toward a check ― for whom angel hasn't developed bit of a soft spot ; his vulnerability, his unprotected underbelly, comes in the form of those he surrounds himself with most often. the musicians, the bartenders ― and, last but most certainly not least, the SECURITY. in a city where very few look after anything but their own asses, angel is endeared to anyone willing to look out for HER.
now don't get her wrong, though, angel is PERFECTLY capable of looking after herself ; even if her stature alone isn't enough to INTIMIDATE away any potential threats ― standing well over six feet when she's in heels tends to have that effect ― she didn't get her nickname tonight ( THE SPITFIRE, baby ! ) without being a little VOLATILE. but grey ? well, he makes sure she doesn't even have to worry, at least when she's within the walls of the club. so of COURSE she's going to seek him out when she's not, too. angel currently strides beside him, the ice of her cocktail clinking against the confines of a glass as she swishes it about in animated conversation.
❝ ―within earshot of at least a dozen people, grey ! thundercunt ! ❞ angel is in the midst of recounting her night thus far, glancing over every so often to make sure he's KEEPING UP. ❝ the little SHIT ― it's like, just because you're eye level, do you really need to address her directly ? and he is, by the way, he'd be like, here on you― ❞ they go to make a ( rather exaggerated ) comparison but pause when their gaze lands on a balloon dart game set up a few yards away. ❝ oh my god, shut up ! i forgot there were games. how's your aim ? ❞
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🦇 [ ANTONETTE ] liked for a starter
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“Far be it for me to intrude, but I highly doubt that this course of action will achieve the result you were hoping for. My brother has somewhat unfortunate predilection for turning those who attempt cross him into a series of body parts.” Elijah explained, “I would hate for that to happen.”
@seerkin​
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ithinkitscami · 1 year
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starter for: @nomadjones / location: luxe crystal shop
There were too many crystals to choose from. And presented in so many ways. A new piece was calling Camille's name. She just didn't know what she needed. A bracelet? A necklace? A ring? Her fingers gently gliding over some of the pieces. It wasn't until her eyes landed on this bracelet and necklace. Rhodonite. A stone she hadn't owned yet. She glanced over at the person next to her, "Should I get the bracelet or the necklace? Or both?" She asked as she was indecisive as to which one to choose.
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secr3trings · 4 months
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y’know what? just to see and get a feel .. this is a NEW MUSE / RECENTLY ADDED muse starter call. specify or I'll spin a wheel bc specification is not really something people use a lot to get the ✨ new characters ✨. length may vary depending on character.
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muutosarchive · 1 year
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☽𖤐☾ @stolememory 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫
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"𝐅𝐀𝐀𝐅𝐎, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ---" he speaks, edging up against his headboard. "uh, fuh -- fuck around & find out. i'm not.. i'm not taking no shit."
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interwovenrhapsody · 2 years
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❝ Are you alright? ❞
Treasure Hoarders. Of all the rotten luck, it had to be Treasure Hoarders. Sure, she could've probably left the person to their own devices and let them be overwhelmed but...
Honestly, if she did that, it'd be hell on her own conscience for letting it happen.
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❝ I saw you were in a bit of a pickle, so I decided to come help. If you need it, I can escort you to the nearby city! ❞
//@witchofteyvat liked for a starter
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dcspiteevcrything · 1 year
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tag dump: general blog things
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tag dump: blog things
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st4rburster · 8 months
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would anybody like to write over on discord ??
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mournfulminds · 2 years
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╱ cont. from here ┊ ❪ @waveofstars​​​ ❫ . 
          Sloane was nothing, if not stabile in her pursuit to prevail in this Peter Pan complex, Leonie having seen it one too many times since their fateful meeting all those years ago. She presumed she should eulogise the barista, for her devotion to such an attitude, and if she cared to probe further, she was sure she could open the whole can of worms of and what made Sloane the way she was, but in truth, Leonie was nothing more than a witness to her life. She does not want to evaluate the other as if she was one of her patient’s. She comes to speak, before pilfering the cigarette from the other’s lips and taking a long drag of her own, “ah, where have I heard that one before?”   
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“So you think you’ll just stay like this forever? Yeah, you’re right, growing up is overrated anyway. Who would want to grow and learn and change, sounds horrid,” she remarked with a roll of her eyes, one hand offering the cigarette back to the owner, the other pushing off the wall she had been leaning against. 
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