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[renaissons]

Starter para @house-of-tales (Grimory)

Havia uma grande mancha azul entre as nuvens cinzentas, e Aniel contemplava esse céu ambíguo, incerto se choveria ou não nas próximas horas. O procurador não estava se sentindo enérgico naquele dia - logo que pôs o pé na rua, se deparou com um pássaro morto, e a cena do animal destroçado não lhe saí da mente. A morte era algo natural a qualquer ser vivo, então por que ele se sentia tão esquisito com aquela cena na cabeça?

"Ah!", voltou a si ao ver uma figura cruzar seu caminho, "Não vá por essa rua. Estão fazendo algumas obras em um prédio, então mais pra frente está interditado".

[shootiing-starr]

Heights

@riiese requested a starter!

For every day they had incredible unbelievable out of this world adventures, there would be just as many that were slow and boring. A lazy day here and there wasn't inherently a bad thing-- Except when Mabel was feeling like it was supposed to be a more eventful type of day and no one was willing to indulge her.

But that's fine! Sometimes, a girl just has to make up her own adventures. Today, she was going to play around in the woods with her grappling hook and not tell anyone where she was going and when they could expect her back! There was no way that could go wrong, right?

It started innocently enough, grappling up a few branches and swinging over to new trees gave her quite the rush. She felt like a lady Tarzan! Or maybe that was Jane? Who actually cares, that cliff was just begging to be scaled! Without a moments hesitation, the girl shot herself up to the very top, hooting and hollering the whole way.

"Weeheee! Let's goooo!" She squealed with glee, immensely proud of her achievement until a gusty breeze tussled with her fluffy hair. Fear and panic gripped Mabel's heart and she looked out over what would have been such a magnificent view of the Oregon wilderness... Had it not been for the several hundred foot drop below.

... Not letting anyone know where she was going was a huge mistake, wasn't it?

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Literally drags her out of bed by the foot.

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting

It was a perfectly tranquil morn…eh, afternoon. Soft sunlight was streaming in, the bed was comfortable, there was even a songbird just outside the window serenading her lazy half slumber. In the distance she thought she heard the front door of their apartment open, but she heard nothing after – Ikkaku wasn’t one to slink in silently, he was much more bull in a China store than stealthy cat burglar. So, she lulled back into her blissful peaceful –

YOU SON OF A BITCH.

“What the hell was THAT for?”

[onegatorartist]

The tag post

[rio-specimen]

DAILY AFFIRMATIONS

1. I AM A GOOD LITTLE LAB EXPERIMENT

2. MY SUFFERING IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD

3. THE SCIENTIST THAT EXPERIMENTS ON ME LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY

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[valemrsn]

making aus for ocs are so funny cause like. theyre already in a situation… but what if they were in a DIFFERENT situation

[theluzvre]

red wax seals png. made by me. credit not necessary!

theluzvre.

[monsoon-of-art]

[notaguia]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠHey! new random pngs 🎐

[imbatman-imtired]

Mainly because I’m Batman.

that’s a lie i would rather die than lose my kids

[mcflymemes]

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[rangikuxmatsumoto]

" It's fine. Really. "

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting

No. It wasn’t fine.

It was never fine. And no matter how many times they said it — whispered it, snapped it, clung to it like a lifeline — it didn’t change the truth. It didn’t fix what was broken. All it did was widen the space between them, like a hairline crack spidering out into a canyon.

She couldn’t even say when it had started — the unraveling. Maybe he couldn’t either. But now they were living with the consequences of silence, of pushing things off until the inevitable finally caught up with them.

Maybe the critics were right. Too alike. Too proud. Too stubborn. Too closed off to make it work.

No. She refused to believe that. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t stand by and watch another love story end in silence. Not this one. Not theirs.

He still wouldn’t look at her. Only his profile — that familiar line of his jaw, sharp and tense — as he turned away. She followed, rounding the kitchen island with a weight growing in her chest. That old, sick feeling rose in her gut. Déjà vu. She knew this rhythm — the way he slipped from her view, the way she knew if he vanished now, he might never come back.

Her fingers caught the counter’s edge, steadying herself just as he paused in the sunlight by the engawa door. The golden light made everything feel too calm. Too normal. But he wasn’t calm. She saw it — the way his shoulders locked, his jaw clenched, his every breath a silent battleground. Even the simple lift of his tea mug to his lips was too stiff, too forced.

She stepped closer. Silent. Careful. Her shoulder brushed against his bare arm — warm and solid and heartbreakingly familiar.

Head bowed, her fingers found the tie of his obi. Slowly, hesitantly, her nails hooked into the knot, using it to pull herself closer — to tether herself to him.

“No,” she whispered, her voice catching. “It’s not fine, Ikkaku…” She shook her head, just slightly, before tilting it up to look at him — her eyes lifting from beneath her lashes, searching. “I’ve been too in my head lately… I know that.” Her breath trembled as she exhaled. “But it doesn’t excuse how I’ve been shutting you out.”

Her words hung heavy between them. “…You know how hard it is for me to open up. You’ve told me — that with you, it’s safe. That you’re here. That you’re not going anywhere.” A pause. A flicker of pain crossed her face. “But that fear… that someday you will walk out that door and not come back—” Her voice broke. “I can’t always shake it.”

In moments like this, it all felt too fragile. Too real. And all she could imagine was him getting tired of trying. Of her.

“I’m sorry.”

Her eyes dropped, and her hand fell away from his side. The apology lingered, raw and aching. Then she moved — swift and unthinking — and closed the distance between them. Her arms wrapped around him, curling beneath his to hold tightly to his back. Her cheek pressed to the warm skin at the crook of his neck, and she broke —

Hot tears spilled down her face, soaking into his skin as she clung to him like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.

“Stay with me,” she choked out, her voice small and pleading. “Please…”

[feralgalaxy]

The Comet

@schattenmagier liked for a Starter!

Where he came from, the term "alien" didn't really exist.

Sure, on the peacefully isolated, backwater planets so unworthy of mention they were a mere footnote to any respectable traveler of Gamble Galaxy, off-planet visitors were exceptionally rare and so labeled as aliens by the frightened populous. They were the exception, though. In Galacta Knight's time, going from one planet to another was about as normal as driving to another town. The uproar one would get from abruptly landing on one of those outer planets was unpleasant- and annoying- so it was in his best interest to avoid them.

However. There were times when, no matter how much the all-powerful Galacta Knight wished to avoid them, he simply had no choice in the matter.

It was something that shouldn't have happened in the first place, in Galacta's opinion anyways. Some intrepid inventor commissioned by the scraps of his old kingdom came to his crystal one day and broke the seal, a shiny new weapon turned on the Knight still getting his bearings. Before he knew it, the thing fired and blasted him in the face.

It didn't hurt, really. What it did do however was blast him backwards and open a portal, which closed up with a glittery pop as soon as he fell through.

Deposited in the atmosphere of an unknown planet, a stunned Galacta Knight could only fall. Fall. Fall. Closer and closer to the world below, appearing as a brilliant streak of light that briefly transformed the night into day as the comet hurdled to the surface of the planet. With an eardrum-shattering boom, it made landfall right on top of a condemned building. Amid the shattered remains of the structure, nestled in a deep crater, was the comet.

One burned, battered, still stunned swan-winged orbish being.

An alien.

[enka-antix]

I cooked.

(I feel like in this aus case it wouldn't be his look for if he won but if he got redeemed maybe-)

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?