#selective starter

[angel-dust-addict]

It hurt to move his arm. Fuck. He didn't think it felt broken, but he'd taken that fall pretty hard. The cuts across his left side had stained his sweater a deep blue. Fuck, he felt shaky. He'd made it home, but he wasn't sure how much long he'd be able to keep going. The arm had made itself the first priority by making removing his sweater infinitely more difficult. But the cuts needed tended to. Some of them were pretty deep, but mercifully they were all clean. Broken glass was sharp enough to cut cleanly.

"Angel Dust?"

There was a spark of terror that ran through him as he heard someone call his name. He couldn't afford to be seen like this.

[m3chanical-rhythm]

"Hi! How are you?"

(( come and get her, nerds ))

[shinebrightsweetdove]

—✹ “NEVER THOUGHT I’D get a chance like this,” Sylvia said to herself, holding her hand up to observe her engagement ring. A smile lit up her features as she remembered how she asked Roy with a ring pop. But he actually gave her the real deal. She brought her hand to her chest as she smiled to herself. Mrs. Harper. Sylvia Harper. She closed her eyes. She liked the sound of that. Then she mumbled, “Humble idiot librarian falls for chaotic idiot from out of town.”

[wishfxljikan]

Daikoku has been endlessly training for the past 2 days. His shop only seems to be open in the mornings, before one can see him in the outskirts of Treasure Town, training his heart out for whatever the reason. He’s...not scheduled for any battles in the tournament, so why is he even derusting? Well, if one looks close enough, they can realize what they’re trying to do...

The Lucario grunts as he slides back, creating a large wind current with his bone, twirling it about in rhythm, speeding up that rhythm, over and over again until even the trees are vibrating under the sheer wind speed of the bone. It gets to the point where Daikoku lifts the bone over his head as it...begins to lift up his own body.

You can tell he’s deeply focused as he begins to glare down at the ground, one foot--three feet in the air, and then the speed increases as he tilts it to all directions. This is why he’s been training. How was this even possible? But here was the cafe owner, taking the basics of literal flight into his own hands... He’s up to double his height before smiling, stopping the spin, maneuvering his body to face downward, and.. standing on balance on top of his bone.

What a glorious sight.

[m3chanical-rhythm]

Blackout had been cooped up in his computer lab for too long--spying, data collection, seeking buyers and traders, upgrading his armor--He was itching to get back into some real action.

So he’s left in search of some trouble and mischief, either to cause or join.

[painofhumanity]

OPEN STARTER ;; George Denbrough

It was always funny to George how his work could be famous, yet people rarely knew who he was, unless they were highly dialed into the art community. It was kind of nice, in a way. It meant he could spend a lot of his shows wandering around and listening to what people thought (without them filtering for his benefit), and just enjoy the night. He stopped in front of one piece he was especially proud of and glanced at the only person who seemed interested in it. Mixed media, and all kinds of weird--as most of his work was.

"So," he started casually. "What do you think? Drugs or mental illness?" It was his own work he was talking about, he could be a little dark and self-deprecating.

[muggsyandfriends]

Self-indulgent starter don't judge me

"Damn... There's really nothing to do today, is there...?"

A hand goes to BAbs' plush lips as she tries to think of something to do...

...and then, she looks at her companion*.

With a sly grin.

"So...sweet thing," she purrs as she saunters over to the other...

"...Would you mind indulging me for a bit~...?"

*Her companion can be whichever adult muse you'd like; preferably one who has interacted with her before, but that's not a requirement...

[jayjayjet]

He slipped into his desk at school, a bit giddy, happier than normal. Not that Jay was unhappy, but he seemed beaming, in a sense that he was giddy. Almost buzzing with energy. He was just told he passed his last test to become a pilot.

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