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ask-noelgruber · 1 month

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entirely made for fun noel gruber ask blog! dont take it too seriously

he and the others are not dead in it (gasp!)

(mod is a minor!)

no nsfw !! light jokes are fine but like??? y'know what i mean

roleplay interactions are fine (but i probably won't be very good at it)

if needed, i will make more rules!

this is how i would see him but also, I'm being silly with this

(i dont interact with the fandom too often so kinda nervous)

#he's covering his name with his big head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#not an ask #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone noel #noel gruber #rtc noel #ride the cyclone musical #noel rtc #noel ride the cyclone #starter page #the rose looks so oddly placed

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asktoothsterandhandy-yayy · 3 months

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have you wanted to ask (my au of) the htf beavers questions?? well you can now

info ;; they're related! (uncle and nephew) toothy is a child in this au handy is an adult (around in his 30s) text that are toothy will be in purple and text from handy will be in orange feel free to send roleplay stuff this ask blog is by me and 🐔 (the real ones know)

no NSFW. slight gore is okay-ish ship questions are okay, but keep in mind ages, and there will be specific ships in this if theres a question that i think is weird or just don't want to answer, i won't toothy is played by @circus-clownn handy is played by @pajamasouppreturns

#starter page #happy tree friends #htf #htf toothy #htf handy #ask blog

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ask-mime-things · 1 year

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info ;;;; 🎡

ask my heavily headcanonned mime! mime uses she/her pronouns sso please do stick with those when interacting with this blog (transfem mime is real) the main ship in this is mime x shifty < 3 modded by @circus-clownn!!!

do feel free to do roleplay interactions

rules ;;;; 🎪

sexual content is not allowed asks with gorey topics are allowed to a degree. i will not answer any and every question (is that a rule?)

#not an ask #starter page #happy tree friends #htf #htf mime #mime is an adult in this btw #just for extra info about her #she's not a little baby!!!

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victoriousssss · 3 months

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Closed starter 🎬

Riley's life has been changed since her first big role in the movie. Too small for the Hollywood's first line but extremely important for a beginner in the industry. She did it and she was so happy! People began to recognize her, meet her on the street and ask her for photos and autographs. This was the dream come true!

But she didn't want to stop on one role. Riley Page has her long way to the top and now she was just on the first stage of her new life. That's why her friend-manager suggested her to try herself in different ways. One of them was a casting for a music video for a band called Metallica. Who were they even? Some dirty guys playing noisy music? Riley was sceptical about it but her manager assured her that they were one of the hottests things in America, and that this collaboration will help them both.

Whilst her team did all the paper work, Riley was preparing for her take. Just some acting warm-up and she'll be the best. But once she entered the room she was flabbergasted. There was a ton of pretty chicks of different nations, races and even body types! Riley gulped, sitting near one of the girls in the line. "Are they all here for the casting?", she asked quietly but got only a sarcasmic chuckle. "First time here? Never thought that someone doesn't know how the "casting" goes for the metal bands", the girl said with a smirk, making Riley feeling anxious. Was there something she didn't know?

@het-field

#closed starter #het-field #riley page

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mxtxfanatic · 22 days

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People who started their mdzs journey with the donghua and came away with the idea that Madam Yu was some scorned wife crack me up, because you actively see Jiang Fengmian try to gift her something with sentimentality, and she outright rejects it because “should’ve thought of that before you liked someone 20+ years ago before we got together and decided to save her orphaned son 10+ years later 😤” And this is still after watching her be mean and caustic to him in their every interaction. But play some sad music while the moonlight shines down on her turned back, and suddenly she a victim 🤣

#mdzs #sorry new blog on my for you page #is posting clips focused on different mdzs characters from the donghua #and i just saw one for bitchass yzy #fuck her #anyways i know a lot of people are not actually starting their mdzs journey with a source #a lot of people are starting from the fandom #and using fandom filters to understand their starter source #(i also started from fandom but i formed my own opinions #cause even without the source fandom was pissing me off lmao)

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miidnighters · 1 day

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@vvhiskeyneat | liked for a starter

“Sir? Sir- please, you’re blocking the window. People can’t see the wares. Please step aside.”

#vvhiskeyneat #x. starter | morgan | ☾#have my newest bb #he's still labelled as test on my info pages but I think I;m gonna make him permanent

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indomiinus · 3 months

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@fightful // planned starter

It had been several months, almost a year, since the Darkest Day and Eternatus's release and subsequent capture at the hands of the new Champion Gloria. It wasn't allowed to stay with her though, it had been swiftly quarantined because it was just reckless to leave something like that in the hands of a child, no matter how capable. It had also been months since Chairman Rose's arrest and Macro Cosmos was transferred to Leon.

It’d just been one thing after another, a nonstop roller coaster of emotions and Leon was tired. Maybe tired was an understatement.

"You don't need that pressure on top of everything else," Piers had told him while Leon sat drunk and miserable in Piers’s crappy flat in Spikemuth after a particularly rough meeting with the company board. "Let the other suits manage shit. This is just another way for Rose to screw you over; you think he gave it to you because he knew you could handle it? He gave it to you to crush you. Throw it in the bin."

And Leon thought about doing just that. He thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. It felt wasteful receiving Rose's legacy only to throw it into the trash; despite it all, he still cared about Rose and valued him and his opinions. What would Rose think? Would he be angry at Leon for squandering this "last gift?" Though, was it really a gift considering the things he’d uncovered about Rose while he was trying to get up to speed on the company?

The shady dealings, the contacts whose numbers were locked behind passwords that he couldn’t crack… It made his skin crawl somehow.

So Leon had to make his first real choice by himself. He just wished it wasn’t so hard. So Leon had to make his first real choice. There were only a select few people he trusted Macro Cosmos and the League to, and that was the Gym Leaders.

It wasn't on paper yet, and some weren't fully on board yet, but things were progressing and the interested Gym Leaders were starting to lay out and write down their requirements and ideas for the future direction of Macro Cosmos. That was a start, and Leon just had to keep the company afloat until negotiations were complete.

He could surely do that much, right?

He was restless, lost, constantly looking to people who were just as lost as he was or just as uncertain. He did his best - but his best certainly wasn't good enough. Error after error came back, piling up on his desk and most nights Leon slept in the office that still smelled heavily of Rose's namesake even months later. It was nauseating being surrounded by nothing but reminders of complicated, sickening feelings of disgust and childish dependency and not having the time or space to sort the feelings out.

Even his own flat was decorated the way Rose had wanted it to be. He hadn't changed a thing about it. Hell, he'd barely been home to change anything.

That night though, Leon had forced himself to get out of the office and try to go home to his flat in Wyndon.

Leon groaned, rubbing his palm across his face and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he dragged himself down the quiet Wyndon streets towards Champion Crossing Station with his Mr. Rime, Reginald, guiding him.

"I'm so tired..." He complained under his breath, pulling his Rotom phone out and unlocking it. He yawned, the Rotom automatically opening up a list of currently open restaurants so he could grab something. Even if it was small, it was better than nothing. He just couldn't go to bed on an empty stomach again or else he was going to be sick in the morning. “I wonder if anywhere is even open at this hour…” Leon squinted at the screen, trying to read the offered list, but his strained reading was interrupted by a missed call notification from his mom.

"How long ago was that call?" He asked.

The Rotom hummed. "An hour." It answered cheerily. "Call back?"

Leon rubbed a palm against the side of his neck, and let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, call back. It's so late, what's she even doing awake?" It only rang once before she answered, and he was barely able to get out a, "Hi mum," before his mother was interrupting him.

"Have you seen Hop?"

"Hop? No, I haven't, not for a while." Leon answered, scratching his chin and looking up in thought. "Have you called Gloria or Marnie?"

"Mhmm... they said they haven't seen him for a few days. I was hoping that maybe he was with you..."

Leon's stomach sank, and any amount of exhaustion he felt melted away slowly, seeping from his body like sand in an hourglass. He pressed a palm to his mouth, trying to hide the way his jaw had grown tense and his mouth had formed a thin, anxious line. "What about with Bede?" He suggested, only to be met with another negative. He sucked down a breath through his teeth and he let his hand fall from his face. "How long has he been missing? Have you tried calling him?"

"He's been gone for three days, and he isn’t answering. His Rotom just goes straight to voicemail." His mom's voice wavered. “I… I’m sure he’s just off collecting Pokemon. Maybe he’s up north… cell service is a bit spotty up there…”

Leon nodded even though some part of him felt like the whole situation was off somehow. He’d been up there plenty of times, and he’d never had signal trouble before. But if it made his mother feel better, then he would let it slide. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s fine. But, I’ll come by, okay? I’ll take a few days off, and when Hop gets back, we’ll have a nice family reunion.” Leon really hoped it would be that easy. He didn’t want to think about the worst case scenario.

His words seemed to appease his mother at least, and that was all he could ask for.

After a quick goodbye, Leon put in his notice for time off and recalled Reginald into his ball. In the same motion, he summoned Jules. The massive Charizard, larger and sturdier than most in the region, shook his head and gave his trainer a rough nudge with his snout and rumbled low in his chest.

"We'll get to rest soon, buddy, I promise." Leon apologized, patting Jules's cheek. "We’re taking a little vacation back home and I’d like to get there quick as you can, alright?" Jules snorted, and that was all the confirmation Leon needed. Without a moment more of hesitation, he hopped onto his Charizard's back and Jules took off like a shot.

Still, that rock of fear sat heavy in his gut. Not even the cold wind rushing past him and whipping his hair about his face and back chased it away. It just felt like he was missing something. Or something was wrong.

I hope I’m just being paranoid. Maybe once I get some sleep, I’ll have a clearer head.

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Two days passed in Postwick and still nothing from Hop.

Leon and Jules had gone out to search the area, and the police had even been called, but both avenues had turned up nothing. Well, Leon’s search hadn’t, and the police just didn’t seem that pressed about the issue. A missing kid wasn’t exactly a serious thing; sometimes kids just got the itch for adventure and ran off, and then came back months later, their wanderlust sated. But Leon and his mom knew better than that.

Hop wasn’t the type of teenager to get up and run off just because the feeling hit him. He especially wouldn’t ignore phone calls. But the police just brushed them both off, though they finally did promise to at least keep an eye out for him. Leon had never been the type to lash out physically before, but in that moment, he certainly felt like he wanted to. He’d never been dismissed so easily before, especially when it came to something like this.

His mother was inconsolable and Leon was a nervous wreck; he barely slept, spending every hour scouring the air and the countryside for Hop in hopes of spotting him or a camp of his, but there was nothing there. Leon had questioned everyone Hop knew, hoping that maybe someone had seen him, but no one had but he hadn’t pressed much harder than that before he was moving on to the next person and place. But still, Hop was missing.

He’d been missing for a week now.

It was as if Hop had simply… vanished.

Leon sat at his desk in his old childhood bedroom, Hop’s journals and maps spread out in front of him and fear and anxiety gripping his chest in a vice. He’d felt bad looking at his brother’s private thoughts and feelings, and some of them certainly hurt to read, but he wasn’t there to snoop. He was just looking for… something. Anything. Any kind of clue as to where he could have gone to.

But there was nothing. And that was terrifying. His mouth had felt dry all day, no matter how much water or tea he drank, and his mother hadn’t stopped pacing or staring out the window since the police dismissed them both. Something was drastically wrong, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Leon groaned, hanging his head.

“Where is he…” He muttered to the air. “He can’t really have run off, could he?”

His Rotom chirped, pushing its way forward so Leon would have to look at the screen when he lifted his head. He gave it a wary look, eyes scanning the words and images on the screen and he grimaced faintly. “A… PI? What good is that going to do? Won’t he just say the same thing the cops did?” Leon questioned.

The Rotom gave the impression of a shrug. “Can it hurt to try?” It asked.

Leon sat up straighter, taking the Rotom into his hands and studying the address and reviews. “I don’t know… I guess not… I just–” Leon rubbed a hand at the side of his neck, brow furrowed. He chewed on his lower lip and pushed himself to his feet. “Alright. Alright, it’s the last legal channel I have, and then after that I’ll just have to figure something out. Even if I have to go find him by myself. Where’s that guy located at? Motostoke?”

“Yessir! I’ll set the GPS for his office.” The Rotom replied.

“Thanks.”

He grabbed his jacket on the way out, yanking it on as he took the steps two at a time. He paused by the front door, looking over at his mother, his brow furrowed. She was sound asleep on the couch, which she’d turned to face the big garden window in the living room and he felt bad leaving her alone like this without telling her to her face. All he could do was leave a note, which he stuck to the front door with some poster putty from one of the kitchen junk drawers.

‘Be back soon. Going to Motostoke, I’ll be back tomorrow.’

And with that, he was out the door.

With Jules flying him there, it didn’t take long for them to reach Kabu’s city, the Rotom tucked into the front of Leon’s jacket and spitting out directions and distance to their destination. The second it exclaimed, “Our destination is under us!”, Jules dove down lazily to land in a small convenience store parking lot so he didn’t halt traffic or cause an accident.

Leon hopped off his Charizard’s back and recalled him immediately. The Rotom freed itself from his coat and, once it was sure Leon was following, led the way down the street. They’d landed a couple blocks away, and while Leon had hoped the walk would steady his nerves, it just made him feel even more antsy, and maybe just a bit silly somehow.

He’d never, in a million years, could have imagined he’d be hiring a private investigator. It was the kind of thing that happened in movies or books, not real life.

It felt surreal walking up to the red brick building, a cute three story building that must have been apartments at some point in time before they’d been converted into freelance offices of various sorts, and the age of the building clashed with the new-ish electric buzzer system by the door. Leon fidgeted a bit with the hem of his jacket, scanning the tags until he found what he was looking for.

OCTAVIUS GREAT, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

“Well…” He took a breath and let out a nervous, anxious little laugh. “Here goes…” He pressed the button and stepped back, waiting with butterflies in his stomach to get buzzed in. His Rotom stayed at his side, ready to lead him around since it was likely that Leon would end up lost just stepping into the building.

#✦ v. missing persons #fightful #wheezes #im never writing a five page google doc starter ever again #and if i ever do again kick my ass about it

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willowswriting · 3 months

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Muse⇥ Louis Piquet, 21-28, He/Him, Bisexual, Underground Fighter/Dealer. Connection ⇥ Boyfriend Plot ⇥ Louis shows up at Tanner's door bruised and beaten. He claims they're from the fight he had tonight, which he never attended, but they're actually from some guys that he owes money to. Open To ⇥ @musicallyiinclined.

"Would you stop looking at me like that." Louis spoke as he held the towel wrapped ice pack that the hockey player had given him upon his arrival against the left side of his face "I already told you that I'm fine." he sighed. The sad part about the whole situation was that the fighter was fine. Any normal person might be a little shaken up after getting jumped in an empty parking lot but it was simply another day for him. He knew that it was long over due. He wasn't an idiot he knew how the way that the life he lived worked. He was constantly pushing boundaries and towing the line, admittedly he had always enjoyed the rush of it.

#◟now the book keeps moving forward and i'm always stuck one page behind | ↳ starter / closed◝#◟misery loves company | ↳ louis piquet / interactions◝#◟there's a sickness living inside of me you can spare me all your sympathy | ↳ louis piquet ft. tanner haywood 001◝#◟darling i'm noticing your flaws and they're exactly what i want | ↳ louis piquet & tanner haywood◝#◟you bled your soul into things you can't control | ↳ louis piquet / mundane verse◝#◟willow speaks | ↳ ooc / because you can't have lou without a little spice◝

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jackshiccup · 5 months

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partner has been reading hijack fics on my behalf for the past month and a half and has now declared snow-crested shrines as a favorite and the horror when he realized that that was the only fic the author has written

#mind u she’s not even taking recs from me #ive only given him otnwas as a starter #(which is MY hijack bible btw)#but hes taken it upon himself to find his own hijack bible by going thru every page in ao3 djdbdjejshhshs #oh man its just the funniest thing ever #shes also way more picky than me #jackshiccup text #sry im always talking abt the loml it Will happen again …..

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kitstellation · 3 months

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@livedtough for Larry 🩷

There’s a red-and-pink cat, with two antennae between their ears, stretching on hind legs to take a sniff of a beautiful white orchid, one in a sea of a small garden set up. It smells better, they’ve always thought, when they’re in telefeloid-form. So while they could be crouched here, humanoid and soaking in sun through skin, they instead swallow it through fur, twitching cool nose outstretched to attempt to sniff as deeply as possible. Orchids have a light smell, they know — but it’s sharper now, on four legs. Oh... there it is! Their tail swishes in interest...

#[ i haven’t made my pinned. i haven’t made my verses page. i haven’t finished my sidebar. but i’m doing a starter <3 ]#[ because i love jamie (and old kit) more than i love life ]#livedtough #livedtough: larry #v: older now #orchid enjoyer

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th-ramblr · 4 months

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I've Read Your Rules ;;

{--Nothing fancy here. I'm just deciding to implement a small thing to help facilitate interactions as well as check to make sure people are doing their due diligence when following. My rules contain a lot of information that will tell people if we will/won't be compatible, including themes and triggers found on this blog, disclaimers, information about my muse, and about me as a person.

If you've read my rules and want to interact, please be sure to Like This Post.

This is now a requirement of interacting with my blog.

I'll generally give a grace period of about 1 month after following to complete this step, after which, blogs who don't will be soft-blocked. You are free to return and follow again later so long as you complete this step when you come back.

If you have a side-blog you want to interact from, feel free to leave a reply to this post below telling me so along with your Like so I know.--}

#ooc #psa #Rules have ALSO been updated as of today! So please don't just hit Like without reading first #also ''a requirement unless you're Cor or Bianca''#my VIPs 😌#The OG Crow Crew #{--going to permalink this in my rules page #but had a number of people who followed first or followed back #only to hardblock after I liked a starter call or just for no reason at all the next day #and I suspect it has something to do with them not having read my rules before they followed #which is very discouraging #this will also give me a better idea of who to approach when someone follows me #vs who just kind of mindlessly smashed the button--}

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starlitskvaderart · 5 months

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