#[closed starter

[boardwalk-anarchist]

//Technically a closed starter for @wonderingwarlock/ @thebloodmoonrises BUT if anyone else wants to interact I don't see why not

It was a normal night in Santa Carla. As normal as a place infested with vampires, werewolves, magicians, sirens, and all manor of supernatural can get anyway. And tonight one of the vamps was out hunting

Marko sinks his fangs into the man, who no matter how much tries to push him off or escape is no match match for the creature of the night. Marko moans when the addictive taste of blood hits his tongue, it makes his grip tighten. Sharp claws ripping into flesh as hunger consumes him. Usually he wouldn't be this obnoxious on his own, but why not let loose a little?

[niragixpsych]

Closed starter for @voidshiya

Niragi let out an annoyed groan as he walked down the top floor. He made his way down to the described door, his rifle was slung over his shoulder like always.

He had no fucking idea what made him agree to this. It surely was a bad idea, but here he was. Looking for the person that wanted to show him a new roof deck to visit.

On the other hand, no risk, no fun. He couldn’t die anyway. And with that thought he tried the handle, opening the door slowly so he could react in case he needed to.

[lithiumwolff]

closed starter for @huntrcssqueen

Alice's head was pounding not remembering what had happened the night before. There were mixed flashbacks of lights, alcohol, drugs and blood? Sitting in the kitchen she started a pot of coffee to see if that would help with the headache she was experiencing. It was then that she heard a noise from her love, Roman. Clearly he had been up longer than her. "Did I just faint at the kitchen table?" She remembered falling moments ago but wasn't sure if that was a dream or if that really happened.

[mr-tony-stark]

// closed starter for @norabarnes143

Tony had been up for a few days now.  He wasn’t great at sleeping at the best of times, but since the whole ‘hole-in-the-sky-with-aliens-pouring-out’ debacle, he’d been having nightmares.  He was scared to go back to sleep, not that he’d admit that to anyone.

He’d been distracting himself in the lab when he wasn’t actively out being Iron Man or taking meetings with people. Since the Battle for New York, he’d made twenty-three new versions of his Iron Man armor.  All the different versions lined the walls of his workshop in different cases.

He was waning though.  In the past when he felt like this, he’d head out to a club, pick out someone to take home, and hope the sex would give him an endorphin high that would get him a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Tonight, he went to the communal kitchen to make himself the strongest coffee he could.

When he stepped into the room he was surprised to find Clint up.  “Hey, Legolas,” he said, beelining to the coffee machine.  “Can’t sleep?”

[barnesandbarton]

𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈

Ava was nervous to meet the Avengers. She had been told great things about them, and Stephen obviously looked up to them in more ways than one, so the stakes was high, but when she met them? Oh god, she was so happy it went okay. She got along with Natasha right away, and Tony also was cool. Steve intimidated her, but that was only because she knew Captain America was still, after all these years, America´s sweetheart. Ava had on her cute summer dress that hugged her upperbody, it was wavy around her legs, reaching mid tigh, she had beautiful long legs, blond hair, light make up. She was simply a natural beauty. She wore some white heels aswell, wanting to be on her bed behaviour... atleast for now. Ava was a short girl, 5´1. "So, you still need to meet the last two, Bucky and Clint, they are actually a couple," Natasha explained and nodded softly smiling a bit. "Hey guys!" Natasha spoke, and Ava couldn´t help but have her jaw drop just at how hot they are, and together? They where absolutely to swoon for. Ava swallowed and nodded clearing her throat, getting her anxiety in check before she walked over and held her hand out for them and smiled softly. "I´m Ava. I´m joining you guys from now on," she spoke gently, however she was weak in the knees just by how hot they where.

Bucky and Clint hadn’t really been paying too much attention to the comings and goings at the tower today.  It was their day off and they were much more caught up with getting to spend some quality one on one time with each other.

They’d been together for a few months now, but there had been at least a full year of flirting and a certain super-soldier figuring out his sexuality and realizing he could let himself be happy if he wanted to.  They were well and truly in their honeymoon phase, where sex was exciting and they wanted to try out so many different things, and they just wanted to live in each other’s pockets whenever they could.

They were cuddled up, playing MarioKart on the couch in the Avengers common area when Natasha came in with the rather pretty blonde.  They both looked up and Clint jumped to his feet.  “Oh yeah?” he asked, coming over and offering her his hand. “Welcome to the team.  What can you do?  Laser eyes?  I hope it’s Laser eyes.”

“Clint,” Bucky scolded.  “Give her some breathing room.”

[steven-g-rogers]

closed starter for @justa-tinman

It felt like Steve just kept losing - that maybe his whole life was defined by loss.  His parents, Bucky, Peggy, everyone he knew, his life.  He’d tried building it back again, and somehow managed to lose a lot of it, when he’d disagreed about the Sakovia accords and ended up on the run.  Then the absolute worst had happened.  Thanos had come and taken out half the life on the planet.  Almost everyone he’d known was gone. Bucky - again.  Sam.  T’Challa and his little sister Shuri.  Wanda.  Vision.  Nick Fury.  Maria Hill. Scott Lang.  Clint’s whole family.

Then there were the ones they couldn’t confirm.  He had no idea where Sharon had gotten to and he could only assume the worst.  Clint had gone awol. That kid that had worked with Tony was gone and so was Tony.  The last he’d heard they’d both climbed on one of Thanos’ ships but even if they had survived the snap, Steve had no idea how they were going to get back.

It only left a handful of people and of that handful.  Thor, Bruce, Rhodey, Natasha, and they had a new friend, a talking Racoon called Rocket.  And that was it.

But Fury had left a pager.  A device Steve had never seen before but he was assured was old school tech, doing something unheard of before.  It was sending a signal to space.  That was when hope returned in the form of Carol Danvers, an old friend of Fury’s with unfathomable power. She’d gone off to see if Tony or the kid had survived and to see if she couldn’t bring them back.  The others waited with baited breath, not sure it would amount to anything.  And then, when he’d just about lost hope, Carol came floating down from space carrying a ship with her. Steve was out the door and running to it as soon as it touched down.  The back opened and there he was.  Tony Stark.  He was emaciated and frail looking and a blue woman was helping him walk.  Steve’s heart skipped a beat and he rushed to him, putting his arm around his waist.  “Tony…” he said, gently.  “I got you.” 

[bumblebee-official]

Bumblebee was in his room, hunched over his berth. He was shaking, plating quivering with every tremble. His was venting harshly, pixilated optics staring down at his mess of a berth as he propped his helm on one servo.

His berth, chassis, chin, derma, and servos were covered in a mixture of oil and energon, meanwhile coolant tears tracked the bottom lining of his optics.

His sparkling was safe in their own berth, separate from his, and recharging peacefully. Bee wished that could've been him . .

Another wave of nausea swept his chassis and tanks, and he groaned audibly, horns pressing against the back of his helm. He'd already purged up everything in his tanks, there couldn't possibly be more, why did he still feel terrible?

In his distressed discomfort, he didn't realize he'd left the door to his room open.

@firstaid-offical

[dr-rylandgrace]

Rp starter for @ask-nosignificantharassment !!

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To say Grace was getting a bit bored while drifting through space towards Erid would be an understatement. Sure, he had Rocky and an almost endless amount of digital media to look through, but being in a small space gets to you after some time.

But really, Mary detecting an odd signal from some part of space made hum way more excited than it should have.

Grace had been lazing about at the window while Rocky slept, though he should be close to waking, when Mary cut through the dead air in the ship with a loud announcement.

“Incoming transmission. Language unknown. Attempting to decipher…”

Grace shot up, nearly falling out of the little indent for the window as he scrambled up to his feet. “Wh— a transmission? What do you mean?”

“Unknown transmission.”

Climbing the ladder up to the control room, Grace huffed, “Yes, Mary. I caught that. Where is it coming from? Can you display the message?”

“Message coming sixty two degrees from the top of the Hail Mary. Displaying message.”

Grace pulled himself up into the room, grabbing the sides of the display screen and squinting at hit as he tried to fix his glasses. All that was displayed was a bunch of boxes with question marks in them. Like when someone puts in an emoji your phone doesn’t know or something.

“…right. Very helpful,” he grumbled. “Uh— Mary, expand blip detection radius and prioritize the north to west sections of the ship. Let’s find this transmission source, shall we?”