*standing in the garden, just got off the phone with someone*

@aaron-trainer

Open Starter (Austin Muse)

Open To: Top/Verse
Plot: Austin surprises Y/M with an attempt at the Naked Man technique

Austin happily just let himself get lost in his book, needing to kill time until the door would open and his little plan could be put into motion. He’d gotten off work earlier than expected so he knew he had the time that he’d be able to set up a little something for his partner, which really just meant getting naked and lying on the couch so he was on full display ready to be enjoyed however his partner wanted. Of course he hadn’t factored in that he was so early that he’d be lying on the couch like this for a little over an hour, so he ended up being almost fully engrossed in the book he’d been using to kill time and was so distracted he didn’t even hear the door open.

He kept on reading, kicking his feet back and forth in an almost adorable manner until finally a noice that was literally a few feet to his left made him break from his distraction and turn to see his partner looking at him “Babe! So glad you’re home!” he exclaimed, throwing the book aside and leaping up to hug the man tightly, his plan going promptly out the window “How long’ve you been standing there being all naughty and staring at my butt? Hope it’s not been too long cos I’ll have to get my peripheral vision checked”

Open Starter (Eric Muse)

Open To: Top/Verse
Plot: Y/M is on a date with Eric, who is a little distracted

“I swear I was totally listening… OK, mostly listening” Eric admitted as he looked over the little table at the man he was on a date with. It’d been casual but really nice, the two had gotten along pretty quickly and easily and the little flirty looks had been nice. Mostly though, Eric was just unable to stop staring at the man, to the point where his food sat in front of him almost completely untouched. “I might’ve gotten a little distracted cos the light just hit your eyes in a certain way and… well, I couldn’t really stop staring”

He was blushing a little as he admitted to his wandering mind, letting his hand slip over just a little and resting it atop the other man’s hand ever so tenderly “I’ll be honest, I’ve been kind of distracted all night… I know I said you looked nice when you showed up, but that might’ve been an understatement. I’ve just… I’ve never met anyone as hot as you before, so I’m kind of a little overwhelmed here, not just because looking directly at you is enough to make anyone’s brains scramble, but because it’s putting the filthiest thoughts in my head, and I’m trying so hard to behave until the third date and you are not making it easy”

@indiestarter
Muse: Emma Faulkner, age options: 23-32 [pls let me know pref]
Open to: males - groomsman, guest, photographer, etc - whatever works. They could be friends (heading to more?), dating, strangers, open to ideas
Notes: Emma has a very traumatic backstory and sometimes she behaves in ways some might find odd, especially in private. She’s very submissive. She is also Deaf but lip reads quite well. The bride and/or groom could be deaf, as well - open to ideas.

Being able to make food, desserts for people, it was certainly a dream for Emma. She’d made the cake, as well as the other dessert treats - petit fours, cookies, truffles, as well as the small custom chocolates for the boxes on the tables. It’d been a ton of work, but she never minded that. She enjoyed being in the kitchen. The hardest part had been allowing others at the bakery she worked at to help her in any way, but she did. She knew the bride which was the reason she stayed, the female asked her to, as well, just to make sure nothing happened to the cake. With the reception under way, the brunette stayed back, a soft smile on her lips as she watched everything from her spot not too far from the cake. She could feel the vibrations of the music which allowed her to slightly sway to it now and then. One of the caterers tried to tell her she could go enjoy herself, she’d watch the cake, but Emma felt a bit shy. She just gave a slight shrug before typing in her phone to assure the person she was fine, letting her read the screen. Heading towards the dessert table, she fixed a few things, making sure it looked nice even after some items had already been picked up before turning back. She moved to go back to where she’d been standing when she collided directly with the male, not realizing he’d approached. It had her nearly falling, grateful he’d steadied her. She put a hand over her mouth, embarrassed by the situation, typing into her phone, she knew it may be too loud to play the electronic voice so she showed the text to him, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were there. Also, I’m deaf, but I can read your lips as long as you look at me when you speak.”

@indiestarter
Muse: Aspen Vaughn, age options: 21-26 [let me know]
Open to: males, maybe they’re good friends/besties; could be her former PT/doctor/detective from her case but they fell for one another, open to ideas
Notes: If you want a different muse, this could work for most of mine. Let me know.

Don’t marry him. His words rang in her ears as she stood up in the room, staring at herself in this beautiful wedding dress. What was Aspen supposed to do? Walk out? But there were signs. Sure, people told her that things went wrong on wedding days, sometimes, but it felt like more. One of her bridesmaids randomly got very sick with the flu. The florist was in an accident. And the place for the reception just told them they double booked, accidentally… yet promised to somehow fix it. All of that, and all she could think about was him. Eyes closed as a soft knock came to the door, releasing a slow, half steady breath, “What?” she asked, voice just a little clipped. “It’s time,” her maid of honor offered. Silence. Aspen said nothing. “Hello?” It took a few moments, but she went and tugged the door open, “I can’t do this. I can’t marry him. He’s wonderful, but - but I can’t.” She was all too grateful for the other female who only nodded, “If you’re sure… then let’s go. I know where you want to go anyways,” she noted with a raised brow, as if Aspen could possibly deny it. The pair left, still wearing the beautiful dress. He didn’t show, not that she expected him to come. Exiting the vehicle, she hurried up to his door, not having changed out of the garment, and knocked. The second it opened, she sighed, “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t marry him… he - he’s wonderful, kind, a good man, but I’m not…” in love with him. She was too scared to say that, “but - but he’s not you.”

@indiestarter
Muse: Mia Rath, age options 23-25, btw she’s 4'9"
Open to: males - boyfriend/fiancé/husband - someone involved in her case - detective, responding officer, firefighter, EMT/paramedic, etc
Notes: Mia was in a very abusive relationship (really moreso held captive) for 4 years, rescued when she was 21. A neighbor called in a wellness check. The idea is she gets attached to this person from her case, and eventually they fall for one another. Typically, Mia’s a Little and calls her man Daddy. If you aren’t into that, I can do my best to remember and adjust. :) She can be naïve/trusting, and someone patient would be best for her. [Totally open to throwing in that she’s pregnant if you like]

Mia exhaled slowly, pacing around their home slowly, waiting for him to return. She’d wanted to call or text, but didn’t want to bother him. She knew he was busy with work, and though all she really wanted was to be in his arms, she tried to patiently wait for that. Though she figured she should cook, she wasn’t up for it, though proud of herself for ordering food for them on her phone. She tried to time to not arrive until after he was home. The tiny redhead wasn’t up for dealing with a stranger at the moment. When the door unlocked and opened, she lifted her head and quickly opened up both her arms waiting for him to come wrap her in an embrace. Only once those familiar arms were around her, did her little form relax and ease into him, her own wrapping tightly around him. “You’re home,” she breathed a sigh of relief. Waiting a few moments, not wanting to bombard him, she slightly tugged and gestured to the couch, hoping to just curl up on his lap. That was truly one of her favorite things - why bother with her own seat when she could snuggle into him. It was a funny thing, how much she enjoyed physical touch from him, but absolutely hated just about anyone else touching her. “I might be fired from work,” she finally uttered. It was only a part time job at a florist, but she did enjoy it - making pretty arrangements. Teeth grasped her lip, “I thought I … I know how it sounds, but I thought I saw… saw him, and I panicked… and ran. I’ve been home since,” she admitted quietly, still not able to say her captor’s name, usually. Even just this mention had her shaking slightly, “Are you upset or mad?”

So, i was going to post some kind of artworks in Tumblr. Many of fandoms who drew beautiful gallery art, and artist too. Well, i need to go to post here, because i love many of artworks in there and, I really liked it.

I think i was a bit curious what to do with my artworks, to posting in it.

Open Starter (Rudy Muse)

Open To: Top/Bottom/Verse
Plot: Rudy and Y/M have arranged a date night

Rudy checked himself in the mirror once again, wanting to make sure he was as ready for their date night as he could get. He’d gone through about 15 outfits already, a 16th option laid out on his bed just in case he needed it, it was a big deal for him to have his first real date with someone in over a year and he wanted to make a good impression. This wasn’t going to be one of those random hookups he had been having every now and then to satisfy an urge, he finally met a guy he really liked for something other than his body… though he did also like the man’s body and hoped later on tonight he’d be able to show him. 

Finally, he made the choice of outfit, putting his 16th choice away in the closet before the red light in his room flashed that told him someone was at the door. He looked to the time, impressed that the man was early and happily headed out of his room and down the stairs to the front door and opened it, grinning a little seeing the man standing there “Hey there” he signed, a little blush in his cheeks “Hope you haven’t been out here long, was just finishing getting ready… want to come in for a drink while I get my shoes?” he signed, holding the door open with his shoulder.

💄💄💄——- @saintsinstatic

“What is it you propose?”

Dark eyes searched just for a moment before looking back out amongst the crowd. She sipped at her whiskey drink as her arms lightly crossed. It was already getting too crowded for her liking.

“Hurry up, I’m growing tired of this place. I need a smoke. You can join me or else if you haven’t got anything else to offer I’m leaving.” Keiko stated without a backwards glance. Her purse already clutched deciding it was time to head out.

🩷🩷🩷——- @ignisfate

“This, this is bullshit.”

Kisumi stated since he wanted it on record that this was a complete breach of his freedoms. “It is a national drinking holiday and I should be allowed to spend my time gallivanting in the streets with my peers if I so desire to!” An applause worthy performance yet this was hardly a good reason to convince his bodyguard why he should be allowed out of his confines. 

💚💚💚 ———— @elganac

Hayato scrolled back on his phone to verify. Yes. They had indeed been following each other. “Have you watched my streams?” He wondered aloud in a soft manner of speaking, the dreamy consciousness as his eyes roamed over the lady in front of him. Leah. She was familiar but he couldn’t place how or why. Maybe fatigue from his strenuous practices was catching up to him. 

Tomas himself was doing his work alone within his study. He was tuning his lute while trying to think on a new song he was making. Being a bard was much harder than people tended to think. It took a lot of time and effort to prepare for a performance and often came with writer’s block. Tomas had been in this state struggling to find something to stir his creative mind. Often in times like this the bard tended to leave to go somewhere in the hopes something outside could provide this spark. But, he didn’t have to energy for that right now.

“Sigh…I simply cannot think of anything. The words are a mash within my head. If only something could bring out that fire. Hmm…I could ask Bravad but…he is still new I don’t want to put pressure on him.”

Still, what else could Tomas do? He needed to get something done by the end of the day. Or at the least started since the performance he was preparing for was coming up within the next few days. If he made no progress now he would be truly stressing out about it later on.

The day was relentless, a death one right after the other stacked up in such a short time took its toll. The attendings already crumbling peace of mind was at risk of imploding enterly.

He walked with pourpose head down eyes already red with irritation as he moved through the crowded halls to the first empty trauma room he could get into without drawing attention. With the doors closed it was like a weight finally lifted from his shoulders, his swirling mind quieting enough just to focus on his exhausted form, how unprofessional he must look as he paced the length of the room before coming to lay both hands on the railing of the unoccupied bed, the plastic casing giving away how much he was trembling.

“Fuck… fuck…” He whispered, squeezing down on the plastic covering until is cracked and shifted. So ready to topple over the edge and fall into the bed in defeat until the room flooded with light from the hall, the curtain pulling back to announce that he was no longer alone.

“Can’t… shouldn’t be in here, get back out there and start clearing beds…”

*knocks on Trainer’s door, the cabin*

@aaron-trainer

Cryptids Unite || closed

River was very tired of people. So very very tired of dealing with people. For the last decade he’d been teaching at a university and in that time he felt like he had seen every form of stupidity from plagiarism to blatant cheating to attempts at bribing him. He was just completely fed up.

So he had taken his TARDIS to the Rocky Mountains where her oak tree disguise would fit in well enough and the only people he might have to deal with were the occasional hunter or hiker. He thought he could live with that even if experience had shown that he didn’t do well mentally when left alone for long periods of time.

After choosing a spot in a forested area he left his ship to explore the area on foot for a bit. Breathing deep of the mountain air with a sigh. He wasn’t entirely dressed for the weather since he was wearing a green tunic, a long black vest with gold embroidery, black leather pants that looked pained on, and black ankle boot but he didn’t particularly care. He brushed his shoulder length black hair out of his face and rubbed over his goatee for a moment before starting off into the forest.

@magic-and-wings

“I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” PROMPTS

Indubitably, trusting a fifteen-foot-tall Troll felt like a particularly heavy request– much less a Troll invulnerable to sunlight. The patches of sun radiating through the tree canopy held no more sanctuary than the shadows. On all fours, the wild Olog was arguably shorter than the full extent of his height on his hind legs, but his beady-eyed gaze still hovered a few good heads above the Elf’s.

“Well, I’ve ‘eard the thing 'bout trust is that it tends to go both ways,” Bruce answered. He had half a mind to not treat the situation so casually. Back in Mordor, Bruce had heard fireside tales of Orcs facing Elves in battle: how eerily the creatures held themselves– emotionless, and cold and harsh as frost-bit iron. Cutting and ruthless as the sharp edge of a knife. That they took no prisoners and showed no mercy.

But Orcs also liked to embellish war stories.

Bruce blinked, studying the stranger from a short distance. His wide, cat-like nostrils flared: if there were other Elves waiting in ambush, the Olog couldn’t smell them. “I’d 'ave to trust that ye wouldn’t try and cut me down if I drop my guard.”

Jang Seuno || Soft Sweet Nerd, Musician, Works in a bunny & kitty animal café || For @sovrumana

Seuno didn’t think he had been this pink for this long in his entire life, and for him? That was saying a lot. He frequently embarrassed himself and/or got shy in front of people. But this was different, Changmin was different. Changmin had Seuno’s voice stuck at a stuttering whisper, overthinking every word to make sure it was correct before he said it, not wanting to ramble and trip over his words and use the wrong one because he was talking fast enough to attempt to keep up with his brain. And Seuno couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, no matter what he was supposed to be doing, eyes drawn to his hands, his mouth, the sweep of his hair, the glint in his eyes, the way the leather draped over his shoulders, the way material strained around his thighs. Seuno was going to die. Or do something stupid like pounce on him, or worse, ask him if he could eat him. Flirting was not his forté, not that he’d ever tried it before, but he knew himself. It would be ridiculous. And Changmin was just too handsome for him to manage to not make a fool of himself. So he was hiding with some of the less outgoing kitties, working on slowly socialising them, while his eyes seemed fixed on Changmin.

I really, REALLY hope for the evos of Browt they DON’T go that route again where you just got plant and animal features thrown togeher haphazardly.

Bulbasaur family did it correctly - clear symbiosis, vegetable connects to back, and obvious life cycle of onion->flower bud-> flower.

For Browt, as for every grass starter, I just hope against all odds they go back to this. Let the plant JUST be the beak, please. I am begging you.

Here let me illustrate:

Grass Starter Good

Grass Starter BAD

“Hear me out.” He sits at the bar, suit undone, tie hanging loosely. He is having a good time. A drunken time so a very good time. “Listen. Consider. Fashion but with nanoblts. I think I’ve got something. I’ve been expanding the suits. And yes I can use it for the suits but BUT what if. What if for everyday wear.” He would start to gesture a bit with his hands, the glass sloshing just slightly over the edge. Spilling into his own pants. “Ah! See! If these were nanobot pants there would be no spot! They could clean it up!” Looking so proud of himself. A wide grin as he leans a bit heavier on the bar. Waving for the bartender to bring him another. “It’s brilliant. Of course it is because I came up with it so it had to be brilliant.”