#angry starters

[rpdepartment]

simple yet specific relationships & reverse starters meme!

send one of the followings emojis or prompts if you have ideas for relationships & plots when it comes to our muses, but you don't know how to start! in return, i'll go through either yours or my prompts and try to send you something to work with your wishes! feel free to send more of them at the same time too!!

note: with "my muse", we mean the sender's

NEUTRAL

🙂 a simple first meeting should work

🤭 my muse wants to know yours better

🤗 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /pos

🤔 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them and has no strong feelings about them. yet.

😄 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse is friends with

😕 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse dislikes

😍 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse loves

PLATONIC & FAMILIAL

🐶 they could be friends!!!!

🐺 they were friends in the past, but lost contact with eachother

🐣 they're family!!!

🐔 my muse is a distant relative of yours

🐴 my muse is a fan of yours

🦝 my muse is an old friend who yours didn't see in a while

🐭 our muses are online friends

ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

❤️ my muse wants to kiss yours (in a romantic way)

💙 my muse has a one sided crush on yours

💚 our muses are exes

🧡 my muse used to have a crush on yours some time ago

💛 my muse wants to kiss yours (mostly in a sexy kind of way)

💜 our muses had a one night stand

🖤 our muses are fuckbuddies

ANTAGONISTIC & NEGATIVE

🥄 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /neg

🔨 they should beat eachother up

💣 my muse hates yours

🗡️ our muses hate eachother

🔪 my muse is scared of yours

⛏️ they were friends in the past, but they had a serious fight

🪓 my muse wants to kill yours

WORK & SCHOOL

📅 they're forced to cooperate

📋 my muse wants yours to work for them

📚 our muses know eachother from school

📊 our muses know eachother from work

📌 my muse works for yours

📭 your muse works for mine

📖 my muse is or was your muse's teacher

OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS

🍉 they should work together to beat someone else up

🍋 our muses are in a fake relationship

🍏 my muse needs yours to pretend to be their partner

🍒 my muse is famous, and i'd love to see yours reaction to see them

🍓 my muse is a troublemaker and yours find them after a fight

🍇 my muse is sad for any reason and crosses paths with yours

🍊 my muse catches yours doing something illegal

[sanzodaily]

day 64 | are we fuckin with the tapatío sanji vision or no (say yes) (my family is from guadalajara im telling you right now the answer is yes)

[aether-link]

Having some dumb thoughts/hc for Amir once again. I really do love others hc of him having static hair, I adore that and like thank goodness I’m not the only one who thinks that. But after while of thinking about his hair and static, what if Amir could move his hair on queue? As well as static affect from emotions?

I can mentally see him sitting around on the couch with my drifter going “ooOOooOOooOOoo” making his own hair flare up for some giggles. Specially the back of his head and neck area having the most effect. Like he’s some exotic bird showing off. And for static, I mostly think that experiencing high emotions mixed in with an ability like that would make his hair outright go all over the place. Maybe even having a fine current higher then static coursing through his hair making pretty loud zaps that’s a little intimidating to a point.

[zombiecowboy65]

Ppl surprised by Jean going full wolf mode but I’ve been yelling this at a brick wall for months LOL

[memepocalypse]

The Angry River

Lyrics from the angry riveer by the hat gently modified into starters.

"The emptiness, we confess."

"It's the dimmest hour of day."

"In this town they make a sound..."

"It's like the low sad moan of pray."

"The bitter taste..."

"The hidden face..."

"The lost, forgotten child."

"The darkest need."

"The slowest speed."

"The debt is unreconciled."

"These photographs mean nothing."

"There's this poison that they take."

"Before, a moment's glory."

"The light begins to fade."

"The awful cost of all we've lost."

"What awful cost."

"We looked the other way."

"We've paid the price."

"We've paid the price of this cruel device."

"'Til we've nothing left to pay."

"The river goes where the current flows."

"The light we must destroy."

"Events conspire to set afire."

"The methods we employ."

"These dead men walk on water."

"Cold blood runs through their veins."

"The angry river rises."

"As we step into the rain."

"These photographs mean nothing to the poison that they take."

[significant-narratives]

not to be messy but posting about how happy you are to have shaken the leafs up when your former goalie you just won a cup with got stretchered out of the arena is nasty work

also want to add when reaves got suspended for that hit against nurse, pretty much every leafs fan reaction i saw was like ‘yeah fair enough. you can’t do that bud.’ so it’s not impossible to just admit someone on your team fucked up and then move on. but cats fans love to think of themselves as loveable underdogs who can do no wrong so. i’m not surprised.

[kanene-yaaay]

Lan Xichen smiled softly, his eyes shining with adoration, his touches dancing with love as they clamped on the other's ribcage and dug.

As Jin Guangyao arched upwards with a shriek, Lan Xichen promptly lowered himself, caging the other successfully and nuzzling his face, tracing his cheek with the tip of his nose, pressing light pecks on that laughing mouth, kissing the corners of his eyes and cooing appeasingly at the salty taste he got at this, rewarding his lover with more and more caressing as his fingers continued to unmercifully latch on any and every weak spot, vibrating on his lower rib, clawing at the highest one, poking and scribbling the ticklish space in between them, over and over again.

The squeals, screeches, guffaws and flustered laughter fuelled his teases and tickles as Lan Xichen wished that he could engrave each and every detail to his mind. The way that Jin Guangyao gripped his hand that held those delicate, lovely wrists nice and cozy above his head, every nuance of his laughter, the difference between his flustered smiles, how his eyes would fly open everytime he suddenly changed spots, how those very eyes would clue on his filled with excitement, with joy, with a realization that made him even more flustered and even more delightfully ticklish under his touches.

At this point there was no hope of Jin Guangyao even try to think about controlling any of his reactions. He was buckling and squirming like his life depended on it, shaking his head, babbling admist his snorts, kicking and crackling, that kind of laughter that he would never been showing someone so perfect, so beautiful and graceful as Lan Xichen if he could. But, just like every other part of himself, the Lan had it (his reactions, his trust, his smiles, his love) right in the palm of his hand, wrapped around those heavenly and devilish fingers that were pinching and squeezing his sides without abandon, jumping from one to another, tasering that horrible spot on it right next to his belly, tracing lightly innocent circles around the skin before digging on them without any warning, making him squeak, squeal and snort and laugh and laugh and laugh, his crackling getting higher as the other calmly got close and closer to his hips.

He squeezed another sweet spot and Jin Guangyao couldn't help but jolting and bringing his legs close, miscalculating his strength and accidentally kneeling Lan Xichen on his back with enough force to make him dip closer.

Big eyes stared at him and Jin Guangyao immediately stared back, still wheezing, still snickering as those playful tickles only slowed, but didn’t stop.

"Er-r-ehehehege! Thihihihis eek! Thihihis lohohowly one apohohologihIHIHIHIZE! Fohohor he would ne-eh!-eveheher dare to lahahahay a hand on yohOHOHOHOU otherwiseEHEHEHEHEHE! Er-ge!"

"A-Yao has such a magnificent way with his words. So polite, so endearing, so charming and clear-headed." Seeing the hit was only accidental and not an actual protest, Lan Xichen was happy to go back to his previous tickles, drilling and squeezing his hip again and again until there was more chuckling and snorting than actual words in the other's sentences. "Worry not, my love this er-ge will take care of this immediately."

"IHIHIHIHI'LL TRY - ah! NOHOHOT THERE! - TO STOHOHOP MYSEHEHELF TO NOT-T PUT YOHOHOHUR WOHORK AT WHAHAHASTEEEEK!"

Lan Xichen tsked and laying himself even more so he could get closer to his loved one.

"My A-Yao, my dear and sweet A-Yao, don't you know? You can move around as much as my fated one want." As if to prove his words, Lan Xichen let go of his wrists, massaging them for a bit before letting them rest on the mattress.

He then rested their forehead together, capturing those smart, shiny eyes only to himself, increasing the electricity and surprise of his touches as he let go of his wrists to let his hands wander across his chest, his ribs, his sides, one big palm resting right in the middle of the stomach as the other one curled around his hipbone, both of them barely pressing, but still clear in their promises.

His smile was hypnotizing, warm, lovely, wonderful. Because of that, Jin Guangyao immediately knew what they were saying even before the words left his lips and he began giggling, tiny, quick snickers leaving his lips in a hurry, one after other as adrenaline ran across his nerves and he held the other's white, pristine robes on his hands, lowering his legs, melting on the bed, opening himself to any and every attack that was to come.

A shiver ran across his spine as Lan Xichen noticed and a smirk, hungry, took over his face as his eyes traced the dimples mixed with his blush as if he just wanted to get closer and take a bite. It only lasted a second (a flustering, mind stopping second that would be the reason he would lay at night awake in his bed, Jin Guangyao is sure) before his expression transformed in his sweet smile again, big warm eyes staring at him.

"Do as you want, my A-Yao." He nuzzled behind his ear, nibbling the ticklish skin and being rewarded with even more titters, uncontrollable and unstoppable and the sweetest song he could ever compose.

"Squirm, trash, laugh, roll, shriek, push me away or pull me closer." His voice was nothing but a teasing whisper. "You're not going anywhere."

His fingers began tickling and Jin Guangyao threw his head back, his thoughts silent and heart warm, and laughed.

[husband]

I only know how to make peasant bread. i don't think I'm high enough level to care for a sourdough homunculus yet

[rpdepartment]

"Meet the Team" sentence starters!

30 starters ; TW for suggestive and violent content

i mean, do you even know who you're talkin' to?

grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother? I hurt people.

if you were from where I was from, you'd be fucking dead!

if fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight!

i fear no man, but that… thing… it scares me.

no I… I ain't talking about that freak.

not one of you's gonna survive this.

i'm a grim bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!

oh, they're going to have to glue you back together… in hell!

this is my weapon.

who touched my gun?!

cry some more!

i solve problems.

i solve problems. not problems like "what is beauty?"… i solve practical problems!

use a gun. and if that doesn't work, use more gun.

boom. headshot.

as long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.

i'm not a "crazed gunman", i'm an assassin!

i'll be honest with you: my parents do not care for it.

be polite. be efficient. have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

anyway, that's how i lost my medical license.

what was that noise?

kill me.

should i be awake for this?

oh, don't be such a baby… ribs grow back!

are you sure this will work?!

aw, man! you would not believe how much this hurts!

if you managed to kill them, i assure you, they were not like me.

what are you? president of his fan club?

listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing that happens to you today.

[kibouhero]

"I like to think myself a pretty peaceful person, but if you break my All Might merchandise as part of a 'prank', I will break your kneecaps."

[poisonedspider]

OPEN STARTER (Open to Everyone): Theme - Temper Tantrum

"Yeh' gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!" Anyone nearby would hear the yell, and if they hadn't, they would certainly be able to hear the destruction that would come after. Sure, Angel had made a lot of progress, and he would give himself that credit, but that didn't stop him from having some pretty bad emotional regulation skills. They had used to be significantly worse, and he hadn't had an outburst like this since Husk had pushed his buttons in calling him fake.

Sometimes, he just couldn't help it. Times like right now, when had been scrolling Sinstagram, only to find an article that had been posted about him. This was nothing new - being in the spotlight meant that there were always plenty of things being said about him. Normally they didn't bother him, no matter how many lies there were. If it was something incredibly bad, Valentino would get Vox on it, and Vox would not only wipe it from all media accessible sources that he could, but lead the sinners of Pride to forget.

And while he knew that would be the case for this time around as well, most likely, it didn't stop the emotions from reaching a peak that seemed out of control. This tended to happen when he got overwhelmed, incredibly frightened, felt hopeless, all of the above. His phone had been the first thing chucked against the wall, hitting it hard before clattering to the floor, the article still gleaming almost tauntingly on his screen.

Having multiple hands also meant multiple items being broken at a much faster rate, the spider grabbing things in his room and slamming them against the wall on repeat. Clunks and shatters echoing as Fat Nuggets hid beneath the bed, watching with wide eyes. He had been used to this from Angel, but it seemed an almost violent response that hadn't been experienced in quite some time.

And over what? A silly little tabloid. It hadn't even claimed anything all that bad, but it had to do with him moving into the hotel. Why he had left the V Tower. Things he didn't want to think about, things that people had no right to make assumptions on. Tears stung in his eyes, puddles of perfume on the floor and clothes strewn everywhere as he flopped back onto the bed, face in his hands, trying to just breathe.

[why-the-heck-not]

no those aren’t weird sex noises coming from ur neighbour’s apartment; it’s ur local insomniac slap & folding bread dough in the wee hours of the morning

[empiireoftitans]

@alacritysparked // continued

The crystal seemed to pulse faintly as it chipped away and fell into his palm. Once it was severed from its tower however, it dimmed and seemed to lose all the energy it once had.

This didn't sit well with the crystal's creator.

A high pitched screech resonated from within the crater, and a long tail tipped with the same crystalline growths slammed into the Cybertronian's chest plate. Its owner rose to his feet, staring the other being down with glowing eyes.

The twisted mimic of earth's guardian king. Born of a black hole and twisted into a crystalline lifeform.

SpaceGodzilla had found Cybertron.

"Take your hands away from my spawn!" The kaiju bellowed, spreading out his arms. He was fully prepared for combat- had anticipated it. This was a world ripe for him to claim, to dominate, to make a fortress.

But he knew its inhabitants would stand in his way.

"If you kneel to your new god, I will let you walk away with only...minor injuries."

[magicalflyingsubmarine]

Open to: Anyone, preferably muses 25+

“Didn’t you hear me? get outta here! I told ya, I don’t wanna see your face ‘round here no more, alright?

[cityburns]

Oh he is NOT happy. Not one bit... time to go beat some shit up. Starter call capping at 8...

[vermaxs-archive2]

🐉 🔥 OPEN STARTER, TO ALL MUTUALS.

how quickly grief undoes itself in spirals, unravelling it's multiple layers like a spindle of silk. jacaerys finds that at the center of his, rage has decidedly found itself a home within him; tucked right beneath the breast bone, and 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 to burn him from within 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽. for what is housed beneath is not a seahorse. no, that was his brother— always so much kinder than jacaerys.

standing with tears shed, dried on his cheeks with salty trails carving down his face, he attempts not to feed it : 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄, the emotion unbefitting a prince. but as he stands there, long after the candles had 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 and the sun had begun to peek up above the horizon's edge, he finds that feeing it is the only way to feel something other than the omnipresent loneliness luke's death has imparted upon him.

it was as if the world kept on without lucerys, his first brother. as if not even 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳, everything could stop in remembrance of him. no, the sun continued to rise— 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁, the painting of the sky in orange and pink. if he squinted his eyes? it was red.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ everything was red, the longer he stood there without sleep.