#starter time

[dxeviete-moved]

Heart this for a small starter!

[onlyliberty-a]

Oh all the comrades that e'er I’ve had are sorry for my going away & all the sweethearts that e’er i’ve had, would wish me one more day to stay. but since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise& you should not. i’ll gently rise & i’ll softly call.  GOODNIGHT  &  JOY BE WITH YOU ALL.

independent Anne Bonny  &  James Kidd from AC4 as written by Hera & Melody.

[panswaywardmuses]

Reg looked around the scant offerings of Main Street in the tiny town that was supposed to be some kind of supernatural mecca, if one believed the chatter. Crinkling his nose and missing Soho, Reg assumed there was a certain type of charm to the little town tucked away amongst woods and mountains. But really, he was just dying for a good spot of tea. 

“Is this really all there is?” he said, a bit of a whine to his voice, thoroughly bored. 

@pocketfulofmuses, @allnightmusing, @holdthesetruthsx

[messengerbirb]

starter for @breadbasketofmuses The tiny bird waddled down the hallways of the new and improved Smash Mansion, marveling at how nicely it had come out. It looked similar to the older one from the previous game, but new fighters meant new additions, and a bigger nicer home! Pip was eager to meet as many new people as he could. “Peep, hellooo?” he called, his voice echoing down the fancy hallways.

[shotdeath-archived-blog]

selene  edit  ;   2/?

[agmaknae-a]

MY BOYS!!!!!

[residentrepairtruck]

Wrench sighed, pushing himself up from his desk as there was a loud banging on the door to the medshed. It seemed urgent.

All he wanted to do was head to the cot in the other room and nap, but he supposed that would have to wait for now.

[hellionsanddieties]

The turning of a dial…static…the overall ‘ksshhht’ of something being turned on, something awakening again, came over the waves as Alastor roused himself from a hibernation stint. Yawning, the cavernous maw with sharp teeth opened, and the radio tuning was heard again as overly fluffy ears twitched, thorn-like antlers glowing dimly as Alastor’s body began to uncurl from its position behind the desk of his office.  Slowly he stood, thin limbs cracking and popping, his tufted tail uncurling and coming out from under his jacket. Stretching fully, he did a few stretches and made himself some coffee, crimson gaze slightly glazed at the moment due to his awakening state. Ears twitched again, and he spoke through the signals of Hell. “Good Morning!”