#❛ — misc. ╱ open starter.

[wastedtimcs]

open starter based on x

it was nights like these that nate was happy to have help. putting his daughter to bed was always somewhat of an event, for lack of a better word. "thanks again for the help." he spoke honestly as they walked down the hallway together and into the kitchen. "well, it's getting kinda late so if you wanna head to bed you're more than welcome to." nate was always very respectful of her. having a live-in nanny that looked like her came with it's difficulties.

[leashedevil]

same thing here as hark, like for a 1 para-ish ( i know i know sometimes i write more ) starter, and reply 'meme' for a ask meme from her . but i will assume you dont know me muse enough, so i will just pick the one that fits her from your latest rebloged meme.

[druidicbard]

lets do some 1 parap starters for anyone who wants some! or you can give me a reply with 'meme' and i'll send you an ask meme, but been as i will only asume u dunno my chara well enough, it will be a case of - i will pick one from your last reblogged meme.

[ruinedwild-moved]

open to : m or f .

despite only being together for a couple of months there was no way that he could ever leave them. even if he wanted to which neither one of them did want to in the first place due in fact that through the course that short span of time dating each other they had slowly , but surely gotten obsessed over one another that there was no one in this world that could and would have them no matter what that no matter how toxic or abusive their relationship might have been both past and present they were never in a million years ever leave each other why even would they ? especially knowing that they were all that they needed in this life as they could easily cut off contact with friends and family without a single notice and be with each other. well it was while they were at a party for a mutual friend of theirs that the dark side of their relationship did finally come into light plain for everyone to see as they had made their way through the party greeting the people that they knew as they did with ares only really staying by the sidelines keeping his clear distance from everyone knowing how they were so possessive of each other especially in social situations like this only giving the occasional nod here & there to other people in order not to provoke those jealous tendencies of each others now ! well with that being said though they didn't heed their own advice it seems as from the corner of his eyes he notice them standing and talking to someone a little too close for his liking instantly seeing red as he pushed his way through the crowd before reaching his intended target grabbing them by collar of their shirt roughly baring his fangs “ just what do you think you're doing with what's mine buddy ? ”

[royalreef]

"Oh, darling." Miranda exhales the word, pulling her lips around it so that it comes sweet and dripping. Saccharine as a plum, rolled in sugar, left in a summer heat, swarming with ants, bubbling with juice that pours out like pus from an infected wound, like festering. It's so easy for her. Too easy for her.

Too easy to put her hand down beside their body, shifting her weight forward, back towards her shoulder where it wants to stay despite all her efforts to evict it. She's not even really aiming for a pin; it's just the way her body works, just the way she fills the space, just the way her voice rolls outwards like waves on a shoreless sea, just the way her eyes focus down.

She likes it when they get scared. When they start to squirm, itching in their skin, when they realize something's moving too close to their feet in the reeds, something that isn't them, something that they had no power to stop even if they realized what was happening. They, the ones who are landfolk, in particular, like to claim that it's because she's a predator, because she likes the way the prey-fear runs through them, the way they curl up on themselves, the way they mewl. It's not. It might be easier if it was, really, if Miranda was less beholden to the way it makes her salivate, to the way she thinks of all the people she has pressed under her thumbs, people who love her, adore her, would kill for her, would die for her, the way she could keep them on a leash as her pretty little pets, watch that love die.

They're so tender. Untested, by all the strains of systems larger than themselves, the delicate pink muscle stuck between bones which is hardly used and gets soft and sweet for it, marbled with fat. Something that has to be ladled up into the mouth, because it would fall apart on a fork. It would be so easy. It would be so rewarding. Her body flushes hot just thinking about it, thinking about the simple temptation, thinking about what she was owed.

So easy. So, so dreadfully easy. Miranda wouldn't lie and say that this part of her doesn't scare her, that she doesn't lie awake at night thinking about it, caught between the lapses of dual causes of insomnia. The pleasure, the delight it brings her, is just too real. Too present. It would be so easy. She wouldn't even have to forgive herself.

She is the Crown Princess. She is the Heir Apparent. One day she will be crowned as Sovereign over all she knows, Queen to every piece of the known world and beyond. She is entitled to this. She deserves this. She is owed every single piece of delight and satisfaction she could squeeze out of them, could extract away from their marrow and bones and scrape their skin clean down to the very last scrap, and she could have it. No one would be able to stop her. No one could stop her.

She does not. She knows the sheer ease of the action, knows the effortless way she could demand everything she wanted, could force them down to beg for every last scale of her, and she cannot permit herself that.

Miranda satisfies instead with the low, honeyed words of her voice, with the easy flex of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, with the way she stares down into them, trapped all by Miranda's presence alone, peeled apart under her gaze. She speaks so tenderly in her low voice, her regal voice, the voice that would've come from the royalty of someone's dreams.

"Let me be clear. No one ever gets their first choice. Everyone. Just. Settles."

[neverfittedin]

@theknifeinyou | liked this & gets a starter for illiyana or rylan

Like any good big brother would do had Nick invited himself to his sister's birthday party which she was celebrating with a bunch of friends. Granted, in the end she wasn't as bothered about it as she first pretended to be, but it had been fun nonetheless. At some point he had wordlessly headed outside though, found a spot on some stairs to sit and had lit up a cigarette, enjoying the silence of the night when someone else came outside as well. "Didn't think anyone noticed my absence."

[ruinedwild]

open to : m or f . muse : hardwin conner 27 prized gladiator turned royal knight . plot : knight and prince or princess but they're exes .

⸻                he'd  always  been  bound  by  duty  no  matter  what   and  despite  their  already  sorted  history  with  each  other  he  was  still  bound  by  those  notion  until  his  dying  breath.  then  again  in  hindsight  he  just  thought  that  they  would  never  see  each  other  again     ,   at  least  not  under  such  a  supposedly  happy  or  moreso  for  him  bitter  circumstances  with  them  married  off  to  the  prince  of  a  nearby  kingdom  and  he  was  just  their  to  escort  them  over  to  their  new  kingdom  but  he  suspected  that  all  of  this  was  just  some  ploy  by  their  father  to  have  killed  or  even  worse  if  given  the  chance  though  he  wasn't  entirely  sure  if  the  king  even  knew  about  their  secret  not  so  secret  affair  all  those  years  ago  even  with  the  king's  spymaster  snooping  around  constantly.  but  that  was  in  the  past  and  at  this  point  that's  where  they  supposedly  left  things  vowing  to  never  speak  of  this  to  anyone  else  even  in  hushed  breathes  as  who  knows  what  would  become  of  them  if  word  ever  got  out  of  their  relationship  to  the  court     ,     if  you  could  even  call  it  that  at  this  point       ?        after  packing  away  the  necessary  items  for  their  trip  he  went  over  their  chamber  where  they  would  spend  countless  sleepless  nights  together  lying  awake  in  each  other's  arms  while  the  rest  of  the  castle  fell  asleep  as  all  their  once  precious  memories  came  flooding  into  his  mind  as  he  knocked  gently  on  their  door  before  given  permission  to  enter  fully  bowing  before  them  with  the  same  solemn  look  on  his  face  from  the  time  he  finally  learned  that  they  were  to  be  married  off  to  some  good  for  nothing  prince  from  a  nearby  kingdom  he  didn't  have  shame  or  even  the  guilt  to  look  them  directly  in  the  eyes  at  this  time  as  he  avoided  any       &        all  eye  contact  with  them  at  this  point  before  he  finally  spoke  up.   “     your  highness     ,     the  carriage  is  now  ready  for  you  did  you  wish  now  to  depart  for  your  new  kingdom       ?       ”   he  asked  with  still  that  same  hint  of  both  jealously  and  anger  towards  them.

[r3dblccd]

Open Starter

"Honey, you gotta wait your turn."

[zalimbane]

dropping this here, while i go make a new promo ! They'll be short - ish. if you want to plot tho, please do send me a DM! Specify a Muse, multimuses!

[ultalliance]

wait... now I gotta do tags. aw dang it.

[lamentsarchive]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ THE   CLAIMING     .     the  targaryens  are  closer  to  gods  than  men,  made  of  fire  and  brimstone,  the  house  that  carries  the  blood  of  the  dragon  within  their  very  veins.  jaehaera  targaryen  arrives  in  the  colors  of  her  house,  reds  and  blacks  (  and  gold  accents,  if  anyone  is  keen  on  details     —     a  public  show  of  the  castamere  -  lanniester  alliance?  or,  a  show  of  ostentatious  wealth?  ),  yet  another  display  of  white - haired  hegemony  as  her  youngest  sister  embarks  on  the  tenuous  journey  all  of  them  have  faced  yet  before.

[wastedtimcs]

open starter based on x

"and why exactly would i help you make your shitty ex jealous?" miles asked with a raised brow as he looked at his friend while pouring them both a drink. "you do realize that if people see us making out they're going to think that we're together and i'm off the market, right? that doesn't help me at all."

[mephist4r]

❝ my 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫 sure has caused quite a 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚜 here , has he not ? so immature . and undignified . ❞

[muutosarchive]

☽𖤐☾ open (𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲)

"𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠! w̶h̸o̴'̴s̶ ̶ ̷r̴e̷a̴d̸y̸ ̵ ̴f̵o̸r̶ ̷ ̵a̷ ̵ ̸p̷l̴a̸y̷d̴a̶t̷e̸?̷" taunting, cutesy. floppy bunny ears alongside humming, glitching giggles. hand over her wide, gaping mouth.

[ruinedwild-moved]

open to : m or f .

he'd never been the social person out there even from when he was very young he would often choose to keep to himself and maintain a small group of very close friends especially after the incident. he had always been a closed off person but not to the point where he was being downright rude and standoffish towards the people around as he'd always come off as very shy instead especially after that very day that would more often than not keep replaying within his mind over & over again it had only lead him to become much more reclusive than before and retreating into his small group of friends whenever he was feeling sad or lonely which if he were to be honest had been happening to him increasingly especially after he'd left behind his small town and enroll into college all by himself in the bigger cities but he'd often choose to hide those types of feelings away often stating that he'd be ok eventually that he would just need some time alone. it was during one of those nights where he and their small group of friends were hanging out at one of their dorms for the night which for the most part had remained very peaceful and cozy as they had opted to snuggle together in blankets and watch a couple of movies on tv which was something they all desperately needed at this time with the chaos of college life sinking into themselves during their first week of being here at college they just need sometime together to relax and unwind and up until this very point everything seemed to go according to their plans as they began to settle into the movie they had chosen to watch first that night laying over the blanket across himself as he began to get cozy underneath the covers moving closer to them making sure that they still had enough room to move around on their end but he still wanted to make himself comfortable too that was until he got this faint smell of something very sweet , something very irresistible to him he almost felt like he was going crazy maybe even feral when he first smelt it he just thought that maybe ? it was just perfume but the more and more he got closer to them the stronger it got almost to the point he was salivating over it which would be odd behavior coming from him as he was not that close with them out of their friend group but he still was very friendly with them at this point no matter how many times he tried to ignore that overpowering intoxicating smell he could not ignore it any longer giving them a gentle tap on the shoulder before asking in a hushed voice as to not disturb the others watching the movie. “ hey ! i hate to bother you during the movie but can we please talk in the other room it's urgent. ”

[lovedevcured-moved]

tag dump !