Open Starter - Blog Posts
open to : males !
plot : loosely based on this song but take it wherever you'd like -- feel free to message if you want more info or would like to plot
The party was in full swing, the air thick with cheap perfume, sweat, and the bass of some overplayed club mix. Winter wasn't even sure whose house this was—just that it was big, expensive, and filled with the exact type of people she tried to avoid.
And yet, here she was, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching a group of guys take turns admiring themselves in the reflection of the microwave door. All sharp jawlines, designer sneakers, and the same rehearsed smirk. The kind of guys who knew they were pretty, who expected the world to bend over backwards just because they flashed a grin.
"Let me guess," she said, tilting her head as one of them caught her staring. "You're about to tell me you’re different from the rest?"
Open to || females only Muse: Casey. 23-27 . straight. he/him pronouns Connection: friends, fwb, anything along these lines
Casey wiped the blood from his lip, the taste of copper metallic in his mouth. He knew he couldn't stay. Not this time. His dad had gone too far. They'd been in fights before -- Casey had experienced broken bones from his father's wrath, but something in the way his dad had looked at him tonight, eyes blazing with a fury that made Casey's skin crawl, was different. His dad had even reached for the knife off of the kitchen table. Casey was sure he'd only been saved because of the knock at the door. He needed to get out, get far away. He thought of his friend, her bright smile and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. He'd insisted they were just friends, afraid of admitting the truth. But now, with his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach twisting with fear, he knew he had to tell her. "I need you. I need to get away, and I need you to come with me." He didn't know if she'd say yes, but he had to try. The thought of staying, of facing his dad's wrath again, was unbearable.
OPEN STARTER, OPEN TO ALL. PLOT: Becca (she/her || 24-29) called your muse after waking up covered in blood with no recollection of what happened. This can go anywhere I honestly don’t mind but if you’d like to plot it out more feel free to message me.
Becca sat on the edge of the bed, the dingy motel room a stark backdrop. A sharp rap on the door shattered the silence, leaving her frozen, unable to speak or move. The door swung open before she could react, and they stepped inside. Their words were a blur, lost in the fog of her own shock. She stared down at her hands, crimson stains mirroring the sticky crimson clinging to her clothes. Her gaze lingered on a crust of dried blood under her nails, a silent indictment. 'I tried to wash it off,' she whispered, her voice barely a rasp, 'but I couldn't.' Finally, she met their gaze, a flicker of clarity piercing the haze of confusion. 'I don't know what happened,' she choked out, her voice laced with anguish, 'I can't remember anything.'
Who: Open Background: Owen is a single father and is new to the neighbourhood. “I’m so sorry, my daughter is at that age where all she wants is to live her adventurous life. I hope she didn’t scare you too much.” Owen and his daughter had moved into the apartment complex recently. His daughter was a good kid, but she was also a free spirit; she loved running around and hiding in places. It didn’t matter if Owen had told her a thousand times to stay away from other people’s property, if she wanted to explore she was going to find a way to explore. Which was why his neighbour found Lily in their garage. “Again, I apologise for the intrusion, and I assure you it won’t happen again. Right, sweetheart?” Owen’s gaze shifted to his daughter as the little girl nodded her head. “I, um — we’re new here, actually. Moved in three days ago. Despite this regrettable first impression, I’m Owen. and this is Lily. It’s nice to meet you.” Owen’s smile radiated warmth as he extended a welcoming hand.
Open: Females
It was the aftermath of another shift, and it had been a rough one. Quinn had lost two patients in the matter of 12 hours. He'd come home exhausted, both physically and mentally. All the other had done was show concern and yet a screaming match had happened. She’d locked herself in the bedroom while he’d gone to have a cigarette. A few hours had passed when he went back inside, finally hearing the bedroom door open. “I was out of line,” he muttered. “Sorry, I’m so hard to deal with sometimes. I don’t mean to be.”
Open Starter
Astrid felt her heart jump into her throat as she’d walked into the conversation. She almost didn’t want to believe what she’d heard. “Is that true?” she asked him. Her boyfriend wasn’t supposed to lie, right? “Am I a fucking bet?”
I'd love to find some new people to write and plot with. Please give this post a like if I can come drop you a message to plot <3
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VATU inspected the map of the city, standing atop a tall building overlooking the area. Her enhanced sight allowed her to see the smallest gravel from a great distance. She took a moment to review her orders.
Mission: live capture of Subject 457
Subject 457…also known as Irina Klein. Also known as “Nova Zero”. VATU was to capture her and bring her back to the nearest VentureTech facility, preferably in one piece.
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The android could feel a sort of kinship with this woman, despite never having met her. VentureTech saw them both as tools, to be used and discarded when their purpose was fulfilled.
Not that her feelings mattered, she supposed.
Tipping forward, VATU entered a freefall, boosters activating to allow her to fly. It wouldn’t be easy to find her quarry.
WHO: morcant nott & open WHERE: diagon alley, street near gringotts. WHEN: late afternoon
Morcant had a day off, which rarely happened for the unspeakable squad in the Ministry. He considered himself a very productive person, so he decided to put his financial affairs in order. After dropping by to see Alecto, he headed to Gringotts. He had several investments and assets in his name, and although goblins were very reliable to make money, they weren't very trustworthy. There, things went as expected. Some of the most important investments had major drops due to the war, so he had to rearrange a lot of things. When he left the bank, it was the late afternoon and his head felt like exploding. During all of this, his familiar, a black kneazle named Odin, walked dutifully by his side. Right after they left the bank, however, the feline stopped to smell someone. "Odin, no. Come on, stop being rude." He chastened the kneazle, who promptly ignored him and stopped right in front of the newcomer. "I'm so sorry about him. Are you in a hurry? He's being trained to detect magical imbalance, so I think he might be worried about you."
WHO: gamon ollivander & open WHERE: three broomsticks WHEN: saturday night
Naturally, the Three Broomsticks was quite crowded on a saturday night. He had most weekends off from the shop, and he liked to spend sometimes catching up with his friends and a butterbeer. When he saw a familiar face sitting alone, he ordered an extra butterbeer and stitched his way through the crowd, heading there.
"Hey, how are you doing? I saw you alone here and thought you might want a butterbeer for company." Gamon slid the other butterbeer to the other person's direction. "Is everything okay?"
location: ministry elevator
status: open
Penelope fought another yawn, her eyes tearing at the strain and blurring the words on the page in front of her. It was far past the time when any normal employee would have (and should have) gone home, but Penelope had become utterly sidetracked by a translation of a journal from a Hogwarts student who had attended just after its founding. It was a fascinating if confusing read, the Old English translation a learned taste. Rubbing a hand against her forehead, Penelope knew she wouldn’t be making anymore progress tonight.
She packed up her office quietly, carefully placing the journal into a locked preservation box. Locking her office behind her, Penelope sleepily made her way to the elevators, making the journey on autopilot. This sleep-deprived walk was so familiar to her that when the elevator door opened, Penelope walked straight inside, never expecting that she’d run right into someone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Penelope said, wide awake now with a hand pressed against her rapidly beating heart. “No one else is usually in here...”
｡:゜᪤｡ open starter — at : break room . ⭑𓂃
Something’s wrong. Maybe it’s the new sugar Clementine got, or is the mug? He should've stuck to his old mug, but he just couldn't find it. Who could he blame then? Emilio, probably, since César saw the preppy asshole eyening the mug with a sort of… desire. Desire to steal. Drinking the coffee again, César felt the urge to scream. What the fuck is wrong with it? He looked to the left, spotting the first person to walk in the break room. “ I need you. ” He voiced, serious as ever. “ Can you taste the coffee I made and explain to me what the fuck is wrong with it? It’s not as good as it should be. Something terrible happened. ”
# ── ⋆˚࿔ bit of a tag drop kinda thingy.
Nana exhaled a cloud of smoke and set her cigarette in the ashtray before her, opening her eyes to look at the patrons of the bar around her. She had missed this. The high of performing at a crappy dive bar to a crowd of adoring fans was a feeling that was… unmatched - especially after her hiatus. It had been a few months since she had left her hometown with Blast, and she had been a bit weary of performing in a large city. Sure, she wanted to make it big, but the reality of being an independent musician with no financial support was difficult to say the least. As she ran a hand through her short black hair, she locked eyes with someone across the way.
“Can I help you?”
Nana exhaled a cloud of smoke and set her cigarette in the ashtray before her, opening her eyes to look at the patrons of the bar around her. She had missed this. The high of performing at a crappy dive bar to a crowd of adoring fans was a feeling that was... unmatched - especially after her hiatus. It had been a few months since she had left her hometown with Blast, and she had been a bit weary of performing in a large city. Sure, she wanted to make it big, but the reality of being an independent musician with no financial support was difficult to say the least. As she ran a hand through her short black hair, she locked eyes with someone across the way.
“Can I help you?”
This new world was something else. It was full of so many people, so much colour and noise. The thought of exploring all it had to offer may have once intrigued Didyme, but that was BEFORE her dear brother had placed a dagger in her heart and left her to rot under buildings for millennia. Waking up, the betrayal felt as the day prior, and now everything else was simply overwhelming her senses. She couldn't quite place how long it had been, but long enough that almost everything about the world had changed. When she began asking after her brother, a man had asked her if she'd tried looking him up on something called "Face Book". It was like they were speaking in tongues.
As day begins to break, the ancient vampire decides to bunker down. While she wants to think it was grave robbers who took her daylight ring she fears the more likely explanation - that it was Aro. Another betrayal, though it paled in comparison to his sororicide. Breaking the lock on a place that looked abandoned, a gasp escapes her as she realises she's not alone. Though as quickly as she'd startled, a thought begins to form. She hadn't seen any other vampires since waking, so she hopes if this stranger is another of her kind maybe they might know where Aro is.
open to: anyone possible connections: another vampire or supernatural creature, a human hiding in the abandoned house
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
RULES | MUSES | STARTERS
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
RULES | MUSES | STARTERS
PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains, THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other .
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other .
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other .
Tag dump
plot: It's ren faire season, and the guy who's taken an interest in your muse has a suspiciously good costume. Complete with horns and a tail.
muse: Alexei Valdis. 1,439/27. fae. magic dealer.The Lord of Blood
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
Please do not like my starters.
It was the most fun he’d had in months. Dropping his glamour, Alexei couldn’t help but bask in the way that everyone fawned over him. Among the bad costumes and fake adornments, he stood out with his delicate, curling horns and tail that flicked around with shocking realism. With his glowing skin and golden eyes. With the way he moved silently across the gravel on the ground that should have crunched beneath his feet and the warm scent of earth and smoke that trailed behind him. He was too graceful and too perfect among them, but he didn’t need to hide here, and he’d found a particularly lovely little human that had been hanging on his every word as they played their way through the day.
As the sun began to set, the torches that were lit began to reflect the devious glint in his eye more clearly. He’d always enjoyed playing tricks, toying with the mortals in their world. He could do better though, and reaching for their hand, he began pulling them to the edge of the fairgrounds, where the forest began and his world awaited. With a reassuring smile tossed over his shoulder, he tugged them along. “I want to show you something. Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous now.”
Prompt #1
It was the Hero's day off in since forever and he planned to enjoy it in peace- just him and music within the safety of his cozy apartment.
Soon enough, the Hero began humming and dancing, trying out a few shy steps to the song that was blasting through his speaker- Perfect by One D.
With occasional sips from the wine glass he held in his hand, he was twirling around in peace-
"Ooh, those are some nice moves you've got there Hero."
The Hero made an unmanly squeak, his reflexes working faster than his brain could. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Villain standing on his balcony, clothes drenched with his red wine. He didn't look pissed though, an amused smile dancing on his lips.
So much for peace.
The Hero let out an exasperating sigh, "Can't you enter through the front door, like a normal person?"
The Villain quirked his head sideways, as if thinking, "But I'm not a normal person."
The Hero pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling himself becoming sober, " Come on in, I need to drink more."
"Is that your way of asking me to drink with you? Your social skills suck-
The Villain dodged a poorly aimed pillow thrown at him, stepping into the Hero's apartment, smirk never leaving his features.
Tonight was going to be fun.
I really need to learn to write shorter pieces/ been addicted to this trope recently so I may make more of these/ feel free to use them but please tag me so that I can read your wonderful writings!
🙶 this is wrong, 🙷 for once in her life, barbie was sentient & aware of what was happening, despite not being capable of wording it out. head falls into a tilt, the picture perfect smile upon her lips starting to dissipate into nothingness. 🙶 like, one moment i was at this party and now i ended up in … 🙷 a pause, ceruleans examining the surroundings. it was so so strange, as if she hopped into another universe altogether. 🙶 here. 🙷 she mused, arms now crossed against her chest. 🙶 whaaat is happening? 🙷
jaxon sighed and picked at the cupcake in his hand. the small tray of chocolate treats was his mama’s way of being cheeky about his birthday. it was silly, feeling like he’d grown out of birthdays, but after 8 years of them in afghanistan— the novelty had definitely worn off. now all the happy birthday texts, facebook notifications, and voicemails just served as a reminder that he was 31 and only 2 years into his career. in any case, he definitely didn’t need this many fucking cupcakes.
“ please, for the love of jesus, eat one of these cupcakes. or all of them. my mama made these jus’ to annoy me. ”
the duality of man. ( aka tag dump )
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . f . girlfriend, wife, co-worker, fwb, step sister/daughter, .
“just get the fucking job done.” he snapped into the phone before hanging up, letting out a long sigh. his kind of business never ceased, even when he’d rather be curled up in bed with her. turning towards her, he flashed her a smile before brushing her hair out of her face, leaning in to kiss her. “sorry, babe.” he rolled onto his knees in front of her, finally spreading her thighs as he keeps his phone in hand, back in the position they’d been in before he’d answered his phone. “now pull your panties aside for me. i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.
lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.