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[askthekumiho-blog]

Open Starter: Practice Makes Perfect

Carrington had signed up to perform in the Spring Homecoming a few days ago since she didn't have a date or anything and without that she probably would have blown the event off until the last minute. So the past few day she had spend 90% of her time in the dance room practicing and singing the song of her choice, which was a song called Gashina.

This was her 20th time going through the song, just practicing the dance alone since she woke up this morning. For someone as playful and nonchalant as her, one thing Carrington cared about was her passion in being a musician. Stopping she sighed and pulled out her music sheet and and sung a few notes before she started singing the song along with doing the choreography of the song. She was just finishing up the song when she suddenly heard clapping. It spooked her because she was so absorbed in her performance that she didn't hear them come in.

[asktayenbell]

Open Starter: Safe

Thunk! Tayen narrowly dodged an arrow. She used her wings to propel herself forward - a big mistake.

"FAIRY!" the guard screamed. He chased after her, but Tayen managed to get away somehow. She hid in her corner until she was sure he was gone, then snuck her way to the hut Thalia was in.

Her little sister lay asleep on the cot. She'd been running a heavy fever for the past few days... and as much as Tayen didn't want to admit it, she was getting worse. But for now, she was safe. She-

A twig cracked outside. Tayen closed the secret panel into Thalia's room quickly and quietly, grabbed her bow, and stepped up to the door. She drew her bow a quickly as she could after she opened it.

"Who's there?!" she yelled.

[askchaghatai]

Open Starter: Calaveras Pintadas

Meticulous as he is with setting up any kind of arting space, this particular spot isn’t ideal and he can only do so much. Practicality over aesthetic for workstations, he reminds himself, letting the paints alone—at least for the time being. He sticks the last reference image up onto a board he’d brought along with him and takes his seat, not too far from his co-worker for the day, Hannah.

Isabella had been helpful in giving him advice and references, but he still worries about whether or not he could do the style of art justice. He sets his folded hands down on the table before him, waiting for the first customer.

[ask-jr-space-surfer]

Open Starter: Working

James hates to admit how easy he finds it to avoid his emotions when he’s working on fixing or improving his board. But right now, between having Finn brought back up and this... this new kid, hitting on him and reminding him way, way, WAY too much of Finn, he was out aggressively trying to repair the still-detached engine, almost finished at last, reaching into his tool bag.

Something makes a giggling sound, and he looks up, slowly turning towards his bag. “I swear on my life if you’ve managed to hide from me THIS LONG...”

A wrench flies out of the bag and turns into a blob of pink with a face, a bit larger than its last known depiction. He gasps, his eyes lighting up. “Morph!”

Morph grabs the tool James had been reaching for out of the bag and flies off with it. He jumps up to give chase when Morph crashes into another person, dropping aforementioned tool into their arms. “Morph...! Oh, no, I’m so sorry!”

[askquillakuzco]

Demolition | Open Starter

“No, no, no, no, no...” she chants, a string of barely-audible curse words following, as she paces back and forth down the empty hallway. She had just ended a phone conversation with a few members of her kingdom’s council, shaken by the news she’d received from them.

An empress-to-be, Quilla’s been handed various responsibilities in managing her parents’ kingdom—to prepare her for her future as a ruler, naturally. Among those is settling disputes, both large and small, between different parties and individuals. Most of the time, the disagreements are easily resolved and the same cases rarely ever reopen. The more difficult cases may take several meetings, and more of the council would be involved. The seemingly-small disagreements, Quilla handles them alone. Usually, this is a good thing. She’s not typically given hard-to-settle cases to handle all on her own and the decisions she makes aren’t often high-risk.

When the stakes of a seemingly minor dispute are raised tenfold, unbeknownst to Quilla, her credibility hangs in the balance if she makes a misjudgment. If and when anything goes wrong as a result of her judgement, the entirety of the responsibility falls upon her shoulders alone. She’s reminded of what that can mean.

Consumed with guilt and a feeling of utter incompetence, she does not allow herself room to breathe. Unable to hold it all in long enough to make it back to her dorm, the weakness in her knees gives way to gravity and she collapses onto the tiled floor. The tightness in her chest, the shortness of her breaths, the vertigo onset—she can control herself no longer. She pleads to her own mind for a few more minutes of containment. Just few more minutes. Just carry it for a few more minutes. Her mind and body ultimately refuse and she lets out a trembling gasp as her welled-up eyes free the flood. She covers her face with her hands in shame, gasping for air as she struggles to pull herself together piece by piece, only to be overwhelmed by how much of her had fallen.

They’ll see you, Quilla. They’ll see you, she tells herself. But she is too far gone to stop now.

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Open AU Weekend Starter: The Dinner

Corazana, Princess of Hearts, heiress to all Wonderland, eyed the ballroom and dining room with a critical, skeptical eye. The decor was magnificent, the stunning palace mosaics draped in silk hangings, the silk a brilliant red shade to match that of the tablecloth. Glittering gold plates were set at each place, accompanied by a wine glass and a tea cup, and while it had all the finery Wonderland could offer, the princess was puzzled.

Drumming her fingers on the table, she asked, “Your Majesty, could I ask a question?”

The Queen of Hearts waved away a lady-in-waiting who had been showing her a seating plan, instead making her way to her daughter. Like the Queen, Cora was dressed in a red gown richly embroidered with gold, jewels interwoven in her hair, though unlike the Queen, she did not wear a massive tiara. But that was as it should be, for her mother was first in the land, and Cora, as third, could only learn from her.

“Yes, my child?” The Queen asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Your Majesty, I am...confused,” Cora began, immediately retracting her fingers from the table and placing them elegantly on her gown at the Queen’s sharp look of disapproval, “and as all ways are your ways, I was hoping you could enlighten me. You have always told me that we are a proud nation, a noble queendom, in need of no one and nothing else,” the princess bit her lip, “But if that’s the case...why are we inviting people over for a state banquet?”

The Queen of Hearts pursed her lips and sighed, “Corazana, why is a raven like a writing desk?”

“I- I don’t know, Your Majesty,” Cora admitted with a blush. It was considered dishonorable not to be able to answer a Wonderlandian riddle, particularly as its princess.

“Exactly. You don’t know. That is why you should trust in me and my judgment. You are my heiress, but you have much to learn. Come, look here.” The Queen snapped her fingers, and the lady-in-waiting who had borne the seating plan curtsied, this time returning with a map of Auradon, “Here. Look at all these splintered, fractious kingdoms. Great monarchs once ruled...until they let their enemies get the best of them. Now, anarchy, unrest, and lawlessness abound in these lands. And you know I cannot abide disorder, Corazana.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the princess said, though she didn’t truly see where her mother was going with this. Wonderland had been isolationist since its inception. Outsiders were dangerous and to be avoided at all costs. That was her mother’s policy, especially after “The Alice Incident” (her father’s words).

“It is my intention to invite all the current rulers of these lands- however they stole their present positions -to dinner,” the Queen explained, “At which point, I will poison them. While the leaders are dying, your father will have simultaneously led our armies across Auradon, announcing the news of the demise of their rulers...and the news of their being absorbed into Wonderland.”

“Your Majesty...” Cora trailed off, somewhat surprised at her mother’s audacity, “You...you’re planning on murdering the leaders of the other countries? Conquering? Taking over?”

The Queen of Hearts smiled dangerously, “I am planning of ridding all the lands of injustice, and giving the populace the Queen- and rule of law -they deserve.” The Queen bent forwards, examining Cora critically:

“Now, it will be your job to entertain our guests. Charm them...and then ensure each drains their glass for the toast at midnight,” the Queen of Hearts stole a glance over Cora’s shoulder:

“Corazana, go. It appears our first guest has arrived.”

With a gulp, Cora turned around.

[askmalstwin]

Open Starter: Broken Music

Maddy just came back from a nearby by music shop. She had just bought another album to practice on for her dance class. Currently she had consumed her life with school, studying, and dance practice. She didn't want to think about anything other than those three things because then she would be back where she started.

Maddy admitted that since coming to Auradon she had progressed a lot, but recently she digressed. Maybe it was the lost of two close friends of hers and the unsettling fact that her mother had another daughter or maybe it was nerves. The past events that played out it was probably the latter.

Putting her dyed pink hair up in a messy bun Maddy ran into a person. She dropped her bag in the collision and stepped back only to hear the breaking of plastics. "Crap, I'm sorry." She dropped to the floor, not even looking at the person, tryingto check if she broke her CDs.

[askcharredchild]

Resurrect the Sun ~ Open Starter ~ Villains Won AU

The older the libraries got, the worse the dust-to-air ratio there was. But Charna hadn’t been able to find what she was looking for in any of the so-called ‘top notch’ libraries that remained in the public eye, so she had to go looking for the obscure. Not that it had been working out for her so far, but it wasn’t like she had any better ideas, and if she just kept looking then something had to turn up eventually, right?

The pile of books she had found that seemed relevant to her search was pitifully small, but the cloud of grey that arose when they hit the desk was enough to make even the goddess’ face scrunch up. The pages were yellow and torn, and the once-leather covers were worn and frayed, and the sound their connection with the table had made was surprisingly loud, echoing throughout the shelves.

However, following the echo, there was a distant falling of feet. Suspicious, and more than ready to have something to do other than read, a flame sprouted in her palm, which she held upwards as she quietly approached the sound.