#// * open starters !

[cass-daughter-o-ari]

Open Starter!!

(Cass is sitting on the shore of the lake, skipping stones, looking very sad and like she may cry. What do you do?)

[OOC: This one's over now! Feel free to look for other open starters on Cass's blog!]

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

The old, leather-bound journal was found hidden under the floorboards of the abandoned mansion. Its pages contained cryptic messages and a map that seemed to lead to something of great value—or danger.

In a world where the stars can be plucked from the sky and turned into powerful talismans, a young orphan discovers a constellation that has never been seen before. It points to a destiny that could change the fate of the entire realm.

During the height of the Renaissance, a young artist discovers a hidden chamber in the heart of Florence. Inside, she finds sketches of inventions far beyond her time and a letter addressed to her, written centuries ago.

Two strangers meet on a delayed train during a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. As they share stories to pass the time, they realize they have more in common than they ever imagined—and that fate might have brought them together for a reason.

In a small, isolated village, people start to vanish without a trace. The only clue left behind is a symbol carved into the doors of their homes, a mark that matches ancient legends of a vengeful spirit.

In a future where emotions are controlled by the government, a young woman discovers an underground movement that aims to restore true feelings to humanity. She must decide whether to join them or stay in the safety of her regulated life.

Every night, a small café in the city transforms into a magical place where time stands still and dreams come to life. Only a select few know about its existence, and one day, an ordinary person stumbles upon it by accident.

A high school student finds an old camera at a garage sale. When they develop the photos, they see glimpses of the future. Now, they must navigate high school life while trying to change events they know are coming.

"I don't believe in coincidences, especially not ones involving missing people."

"You mean to tell me you've never seen a dragon before? Where have you been living, under a rock?"

"The prophecy spoke of a hero, but I never imagined it would be someone like you."

"This isn't just a piece of space debris; it's a message."

"Our planet was destroyed. We're the last survivors, and we need your help."

"Do you really believe the king will pardon us if we find the lost treasure?"

"She's a woman in a man's world, but she'll change history, mark my words."

"I didn't come here to fall in love; I came to find myself."

"Every letter I wrote to you, I wrote with my heart in my hand."

"That house has been abandoned for years. Why would anyone go inside willingly?"

"The shadows in this place…they move when you're not looking."

"There's a map, but it's missing the most crucial part—the key to decoding it."

"I've been to the highest mountain and the deepest sea, but I've never seen anything like this."

"Freedom is an illusion they sold us to keep us compliant."

"We've been living in a lie. It's time we uncover the truth."

"Every night at midnight, the old clock shop comes alive. Haven't you ever noticed?"

"They say the forest spirits grant wishes, but only to those who ask with pure intentions."

"I found this old diary in the attic, and it’s like it’s talking directly to me."

[bearlydruid]

// This is a permanent starter call! If you are a multi-muse blog please reply with who you'd like a starter for! This also serves as a meme-friendly post, so if you like this I'll look for a meme to send in!

See tags below for quick links on my blog, but my DM's and discord are both open! I am a shy thing so sometimes I will be really nervous but I warm up quickly!

[modcrnspirits]

open starter! alone at night. muse: victor gallagher. plot: victor has an interest on your muse (could be simply sexual and one-night stand or an obsession or even a criminal reason). he found a way to "meet" your muse and catch him. possible k*nks: breeding, ties and ropes, bondage, k*dnapping, forbidden love, st*lking, body worship (armpit, feet, etc.)

"You dropped this." Victor made a movement with his fingers, showing a phone he was holding - a phone he had just pulled out of the man's pocket as they rode the last train of the day and left on the same station. "You know, these is a dangerous place. I heard they even have wolves running around. You shouldn't be walking home alone. I sure as hell don't want to do it myself." He handled the man the phone with a smile. "Would you mind if I walk with you for a bit?" His voice was soft and friendly. In all ways, he was just a nice guy. Except he was the reason that area was known to be dangerous. Him and his wolves. But the guy had nothing to worry about. His scent was too delicious for any evil to befall upon him. "My name is Victor." He offered the stranger a hand.

[yourbodysgone]

// open starter

Richie groans as he slowly picks himself up off the ground. One punch from Max was all it took to send him down, and with a bloody nose no less. He takes the offered hand out of necessity.

“Th — thanks…”

[cherrysugcr]

open starter ladies 21+ connection: strangers plot idea: your muse is accompanying a friend to get a tattoo, Travis is the one doing the tattoo and is encouraging her to get one

"Sweetheart, if you wanna get a tattoo just do it. Promise you won't regret it." Travis encouraged as he noticed the other girl with his client looking around the shop. "I'm sure your friend here can assure you I'm very gentle especially with virgins," he smiles before correcting. "Ink virgins, get your head out of the gutter. C'mon what's going on in that pretty head of yours? Got something in mind?"

[loveaffairxc]

plot: a soldier returns home from the war, only to discover a devastating truth - his wife was led to believe he had perished. years passed, and she rebuilt her life, unaware that he was alive. the soldier, haunted by the love he never lost, silently observes her from afar, fearful of the overwhelming shock it would bring if he were to confront her directly.

note: closed for now/ don't accept new starters

Frank, a hidden figure in his own home, would quietly slip by the window to steal glimpses of his wife. after a few months, he discovered that 8 PM was the perfect time for discreet observation. during that hour, she usually sat with her back turned while having dinner. a mere sight of her hair brought him satisfaction, though sometimes he dared to try and see her face better, but it was always such a risky move.

through the support of the G.I. Bill, he secured a cozy apartment close to his home and his wife, nestled in the familiar confines of their small town. upon arrival, a friend advised

"you're a free man now, you could go anywhere, do anything."

frank sighed, his words suggested that meeting his wife might burden her heart, it would be too much of a shock, a cost not worth paying.

"you ever been in love?" he asked him.

"yeah"

frank couldn't bring himself to do it, unable to cut her out of his life just like that. she was his anchor, the one who helped him through the chaos of war. without her, he was lost. he waited too long to tell her, his fear only growing bigger like a wildfire as years passed. he shook his head, not believing his friend for a minute.

"no you haven't"

two years passed and it was now Christmas; he got drunk in a pub with strangers and upon returning home, he gazed upon her, the snow cascading onto his trenchcoat as he peered through the familiar window that framed the living room. it was time to let her know he was alive and well. his decision took the form of a heartfelt letter, left at her doorstep like an unspoken serenade. but reality cut him like a knife. she was slow dancing with another man, the fireplace casting a warm glow, and an impressively tall Christmas tree adorned solely in white. an angel ornament crowned the tree, the color white - his favorite color. it stirred thoughts about whether her choice was intentional or perhaps influenced by this new man's preferences. the notion crossed his mind that she might have absorbed his tastes, her own preferences shifting unwittingly. it was as though he had faded into the background of her world, their shared world succumbing into the subconscious part of her psychee. the man held her close, a serene smile exchanged between them, they looked...at peace. Frank felt as if his world was at war all over again.

he placed the letter at her doorstep and began to withdraw, but he changed his mind all over again. things were different now. she was happy. she moved on. it felt too cruel to let her know he was still alive and well. a part of him felt so hurt and angry he wanted to end her fairytale, to see her and this man fight then break up. but he knew he had to do the right thing. he retrieved the letter, his fingers curling around it just as a sudden noise startled him.

@indiestarter

[rpvlix]

"So here's the deal-" he points over his shoulder to a surly-looking brunette. She keeps glancing at them, trying and failing to look disinterested in whatever conversation is happening here, out of her earshot.

"My sister's too stubborn to admit she thinks you're hot. I like pissing her off, though, so I told her I was coming over here to 'make a move'." He laughs, probably. It's very hoarse and sounds more like a quick cough, but it's probably a chuckle. "Anyway, she gets real jealous. If you pretend I said somethin' funny she'll probably stomp over here to 'interrupt'."

It isn't exactly the classic wingman maneuver, but he can kill two birds with one stone; having a laugh and potentially getting his sister some action. Regardless of the results, who could say no to that kind of efficiency?

[f8weaver]

UPDATED LIST OF OPEN STARTERS

I also reblog open starters to the main so you can find them easier <3

open starter for zelene/bladef8

open starter for kenichi/slaycults

open starter for zahari/goldenf8

open starter for xarzeth/desirehellfire

open starter for pj/h3llslinger

another open starter for zahari/goldenf8

I currently have the most muse for bladef8 & goldenf8 so I am going to write a few more opens for them (and maybe even some n.sfw ones...)

In the meantime feel free to respond to opens, send memes or ask to plot <3

[sincityszn]

open: f | mutuals and non-mutuals muse: kaleb barlow | 21-26 | professional hockey player connection: assume anything!

"I can’t not want you."

[goldngods]

hello hello ! i'm still setting my blog up but i'm in a writing mood so it's time for a REVERSE STARTER CALL ! please like this post and i'll go through your opens ! (open to mutuals & non mutuals)

[elyrianinspo]

I have so many frenchie starters that I need an Izzy for

[feral-hermes-child]

[ooc: creating a taglist for open starters, lemme know if u wanna be on it]

[pomegrnate]

open to: m / f / nb based on this plot character: young hwan, 27, pansexual.

'I was highly expecting you not to show up'

[modcrnspirits]

open starter! house guest. muse: idris yaasiin. plot: your muse is running from something (police, enemies, crime lords, demons, his psycho loved ones, whatever) and idris can protect your muse again, but your muse might be too proud to accept the fact he needs help. possible kinks: exhibitionism, teasing and playing, dirty talking, dominant/submissive role, obeying orders, after care, etc. obs: your muse can also be a top and even dominant with idris, but the scene will start with your muse doing as he is told.

"I know what you did." Idris chuckled at the words as he watched the other one standing there on his garden. The witch had been waiting for almost two days. He knew it was just a matter of time before he showed up. "Was it because I was going to tell you I told you so? Or because you think you are a big man now?" With a loud huffing, he got up from his couch, his feet touching the grass of his grass. He scratched himself lazily as he walked to the man, patting him on the ass. "No one's going to get you here. You are safe. But you know the price, don't you?" each person had a price to pay for his protection. Not money, generally. That was for losers. Humility was what he asked of his guest. "Clothes off. You look ridiculous wearing all of that shit." Without looking back, he walked into the house to prepare him something to eat.

[unapxlogeticme]

closed starter: NO LONGER ACCEPTING REPLIES muse: emerson grey, cyber security analyst/musician, age: 25-32. plot: the first sentence is from this memes list found here. i kind of went off of that. basically y/m finds emerson after his show for the night. he's a little beaten up and bloody. it's unclear why until y/m sees what's .... who's by his feet. t*boo themes welcomed.

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " emerson looks down at the body by his feet. “i … he was trying to attack me … i swear.” his eyes downcast towards the body laying dead by his feet. he had been placing his equipment into his van when he was ambushed and the guy tried to attack him with a knife. he got in a few cuts on emery’s right arm while the musician was trying to fight him off. there were cuts on his hands from fighting off the knife. a bruise was forming on his left cheek where the stranger punched him. even under dimmed lights he most likely looked a mess.

his lip was cut open from another punch to his face. he could taste blood in his mouth. it tasted as bad as he smelled. his body was shaking from the adrenaline rushing rushing through him. he felt cold, tired, and sick to his stomach. he definitely was in shock or close to it. "he was trying to steal my equipment. i had to stop him. i had to. there was no choice." emerson didn't even notice someone joined him. he had thought he was mostly talking to himself. he heard a noise come from in front of him. that's when he looks up and sees another with him. "please ... i promise it was an accident." he pleads, holding up his hands; his right hand still holding the bloody knife.