starter blog for fakevz

[vzstarter]

Hello and welcome to vzstarter!

Da mir aufgefallen ist, dass immer mehr Schreiber Gebrauch von sogenannten “Starter Calls” und “Open Starters” machen, wollte ich einen Sammelblog erstellen um eine bessere Übersicht über diese zu geben, da diese sonst zwischen den Musing und Aesthetic Posts auch schnell wieder verschwinden.

Vorab aber noch einmal eine kurze Begriffserklärung und Etikette im Bezug auf den Umgang mit diesem Blog.

Starter Call: Ein Post in dem der Ersteller anbietet den Beginn zu schreiben, entweder für eine Konversation oder Roman. Bitte achtet darauf ob der OG Creator etwas schreibt wie mutually exclusive. Dies bedeutet, dass dieser nur mit Leuten interagieren möchte, die vom Creator auch zurück gefolgt werden. Wenn dir der Creator des Starter Calls nicht folgt, erzwinge bitte dementsprechend auch nicht die Konversation.

Open Starter: Dies ist ein kleiner Romanbeginn direkt auf dem Dashboard. Bitte achtet hier erneut auf den Begriff mutually exclusive. Hier wird oft ein Szenario und Situation vorgegeben, an welche sich euer Charakter anpassen kann. Grundsätzlich werden solche Starter direkt auf dem Dashboard gerebloggt. Falls euch dies zu öffentlich ist, sprecht bitte erst einmal mit dem Ersteller ab ob dies auch auf privaten sideblogs weiter geführt werden kann.

Bitte rebloggt immer von der originalen Quelle und nicht von diesem Blog.

Als genereller Tag für die Starter benutzt bitte #vzstarter . Ich werde täglich in diesen Tag gucken und neue Posts rebloggen. Bitte kennzeichnet auch gerne im Post oder in euren Tags ob der Starter mutually exclusive ist und ich werde dies auch in den Tags wiedergeben. Falls ich euren Post eventuell übersehen haben sollte, schickt mir diesen sonst gerne auch per DM zu! Bitte gebt mir auch, wenn möglich, Bescheid wenn ihr euren Post wieder löscht, weil ihr z.B. nun genug Konversationen habt. Ich werde dann den gerebloggten Post ebenfalls löschen.

Bei weiteren Fragen kommt gerne auf mich zu.

[mikaels0n-elijah]

Open Starter / mutuals only

Abseits der vollgestopften Straßen der Stadt Paris, wo der Müll die Straßen versperrte und man sich einen Weg durch kämpfen musste, passte der hochgewachsene Mann mit den perfekt sitzenden Anzug und passenden Ausstrahlung nicht recht hinein. Er fiel auf, wenn man ihn nur ansah. Doch genau deswegen bewegte sich Elijah in diesem Moment in dieser Gegend der Stadt. Er wollte, dass sich jemand auf ihn stürzte. Er wollte seine Blutlust stillen und wählte an diesem Abend eine andere Gegend aus, um keine offensichtliche Spur zu hinterlassen. Es dauerte nicht lange, bis einer der Menschen die Chance witterte, an Geld zu gelangen und ihn versuchte anzugreifen. Elijah lächelte ein wenig über den Versuch, ehe er den Menschen an der Kehle packte und an eine der dreckigen Hauswände drückte. Seine spitzen Eckzähne blitzten auf.

"Falsche Person ausgesucht", ließ er von sich hören, bevor er seine Zähne im Hals des Menschen schlug und das Blut saugte. Er schmeckte Alkohol und Drogen heraus, aber für heute musste das genügen. Dann blickte er dem Menschen genau in die Augen.

"Du wirst dich hieran nicht erinnern. Du glaubst, dass du von jemand Fremden und Unbekannten verwundet wurdest." Die Augen des Menschen wurden glasig. Dann drehte der Vampir seinen Kopf ein wenig zur Seite. Man hatte ihn beobachtet und irgendjemand hatte es gewagt, die Flucht zu ergreifen, dabei jedoch vergessen auf die Lautstärke zu achten. "Na, na, wer rennt denn da weg?" Er erreichte die Person binnen weniger Sekunden und stellte sich der Person in den Weg, die Arme in den Hosentaschen vergraben.

"Und wohin jetzt?"

english version:

Away from the crowded streets of Paris, where rubbish blocked the roads and you had to fight your way through, the tall man with the perfectly fitting suit and matching charisma didn't quite fit in. He stood out just by looking at him. But that was exactly why Elijah was in this part of the city at the moment. He wanted someone to pounce on him. He wanted to satisfy his bloodlust and chose a different neighbourhood that evening so as not to leave an obvious trail. It wasn't long before one of the humans sensed an opportunity to get some money and tried to attack him. Elijah smiled a little at the attempt before grabbing the human by the throat and pinning him against one of the dirty house walls. His pointed fangs flashed.

‘Wrong person chosen,’ he let out before sinking his teeth into the human's flesh and sucking out the blood. He tasted alcohol and drugs, but that would have to do for today.

Then he looked the human straight in the eye. ‘You won't remember this. You think you've been wounded by someone strange and unknown.’ The human's eyes glazed over. Then the vampire turned his head a little towards the slant. He had been watched and someone had dared to flee, but had forgotten to pay attention to the volume. ‘Well, well, who's running away?’ He reached the person within a few seconds and stood in their way, his arms buried in his trouser pockets.

‘And where to now?’

[sonnenreich]

[ open starter */ mutuals only ! ] ⸻ you find zeev in the woods after he experienced a blackout, i'm fine with whatever reason!, can be answered in german as well.

When thinking of witchcraft, some see candles, fire pits and women dancing in the pale moonlight. In some cases there are brooms and wands, fancy hats and a black cat. They are believed to move in the shadows, hide in the woods and curse whoever they please. Honestly? That's partly right. At least that’s what Zeev would say. He never owned a cat and he hates hats with a passion — but he indeed has an entire storage room full of candles and sorts, and once or twice he had danced under the moonlight. Never naked though is what he’d always claim. 

However, in his particular case, he prefers the sunlight. The broad and warm daylight of summer hours, the golden rays reflecting on smooth surfaces like natural lakes and polished furniture, breaking into colourful rainbows whenever it hits crystals and rain. Sunlight was magic itself, turning his surroundings into glistening gold — the most valuable of all hues. Priceless in every sense imaginable. Worship is too active of a word and the sun isn’t able to react in any way, most likely she doesn’t care either. She’s a star, the most important for his life on earth. Essentially for all beings. Yet, worshipping is the closest noun one could use to describe his relationship with her. She’s the warmth and the protection, offers the light to see, the aspiration to be and the strength to create. She’s everything.

But as he moved in pain, the sun was nowhere to be seen. The sky grey and unruly, shielding her from a sight he himself would like not to witness. He choked out a breath, fighting for air burning his throat. After regaining his sight, he noticed immediately that he wasn’t at his home anymore. A part of the woods he couldn’t remember or was too dizzy to recognize. As the exhaustion and adrenaline dropped, the pain became easier to localise. Excruciating headache and cuts burning like purgatory on the inside of his palms. Sitting back on his heels, he stared at the blood sticking to his fingers and the dirt dangerously close to the wound. The bloodied tear wasn’t what unsettled him, but his forgetfulness.

Had he experienced another blackout?

His head snapped to the side when he heard the rustling of leaves, a frame unsheathed from the shadows. With narrowed golden eyes and dishevelled hair he tried to make out the figure. Was it a witness, a client or a victim even? Had he offered his services and it backfired? Zeev hated his lack of memory severely.

Still, he loathed his bedraggled appearance more. 

“Show yourself”, he demanded breathlessly, his strength insignificantly returning.

[firebrnd]

OPEN STARTER ･ﾟ― feel free to answer in german or english ! this is a mutually exclusive for now.

Bonnie wasn't sure if she should really go on and do this. Her hands clutched the book nervously as she entered the haunted house just a few streets down. Hell, she even lied to Elena to get away from the party the Gilbert girl was hosting. Although she planned this night a while now, she wasn't so certain about it anymore.

After lighting the candles, normally she would do so with using her magic, she decided to sit down in the middle of the pentagram. Bonnie read something about a powerful spell in one of the forbidden books of her mom and wanted to try it. Placing the protection jar (filled with several herbs and salt) next to her, her hands began to shake. "God, Bonnie, calm down. It's just a little spell", she murmured breathlessly to herself. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, heavily and way too fast for her own good.

Just as she opened the book to read the instructions one more time, she heard a creak. Well, it was a haunted house for a fact but she didn't think someone would actually visit her today. The redheaded witch listened tensely into the silence to make sure it was not a human, but just a friendly ghost instead. But as she heard another creak, followed by footsteps, she froze in her actions. "Hello? Is anyone here?"