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[ask-the-monster-nest-xxx]

Open starter

Olivine blushes as he lies on the table covered in whip cream and ice cream. He licks a strawberry and rubs a snowball against his exposed nipples. "Do I um look appetizing?"

[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.

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: m 25+ with: ellie barker (27, baker) plot: ellie has never been a member of 'high society' but ym needs someone on his arm so he won't be swarmed and invites her along. romance blooms (can be period or modern)

"this dress is ridiculous, you know. i've never worn so much fabric in my life, and it's all so gauzy, it's going to rip if i step just wrong." it's nerves that make her complain, her grip a little too firm on his arm as they walk toward a group of people who, ellie has clocked, have already started eyeing her and whispering behind their hands. she doesn't belong here, and she knows it, most of these people likely don't even recognize her without flour smudged somewhere on her face. "are you sure this is a good idea?" as if there's any hope of changing it now.

[burning-blossomss]

Carla walked into detention after a long day, letting out a sigh as she saw the couple of kids sitting at the desks.

"Well, isn't this a fun group,"

The dark haired girl muttered to nobody in particular, sitting down at an empty desk, barely looking at the person in the desk next to hers.

"It's like the Breakfast Club - but worse.."

[hearthaid]

Open: To Anyone

Location: Center of Camp

Event: Homecoming Celebration 

Omarion had always been a chill and low vibe kind of person. Any party attended, he felt best tucked away just observing the festivities rather than drawing himself to be the center of attention. The celebration in honor of his and the other demigods' 'homecoming' was a nice gesture. As the night fell, he was more drawn to the bonfire rather than the dancing and other festivities going on.

He took a seat on a stump before the fire, a cup of cider in one hand while the other was curled up, resting on his knee. His fist clenched again, feeling a spike of heat, stinging in the center of his palm.

"I gotta admit, I've slightly concerned with my decision of drinking that stuff." He spoke to another, raising his hand slowly, opening and revealing his palm glowing; pulsing between a rose gold and amber orange glow.

"It's been doing this since I left the temple." he had to assume it was actually his supposed powers awakening, especially after what he'd witnessed in his Ambrosia fever dream.

"What about you? Dealing with any growing pains yet?"

[bearlydruid]

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[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."

[cherrysugcr]

open starters for ladies 21+ connection: your muse has been hire by santiago's wife to care for their house/children, he enjoys your muse for more personal reasons

With his wife out of town Santiago felt free to openly compliment the other. Upon finding them doing some boring chore his wife asked of them he couldn't help but interrupt. "You have some stunning legs you know," he smiled leaning against the wall continuing to watch them. "Just because I'm a married man doesn't mean I'm allowed to look, right?"

[chvmpcgnerps]

open to: m

muse: winona hartford portrayed by laura harrier

plot: linked in the source

it was funny how the two of them once spent every waking moment with one another. yet, here she stood trying her hardest not to allow her gaze to linger in his direction too long. a part of her lit up at first sight of him but then she remembered. remembered doing the one thing she tried to keep from doing. as her date indulged himself in a conversation about sports, winona decided to help herself to a drink from the open bar. conveniently, she took the seat closest to him, though many were vacant as the partygoers scattered about the dance floor. the hard part wasn't the approach but accepting his response for what it will be. "how long do you suppose you'll stay upset with me?" win spoke softly once the person that occupied their attention had left. " because i don't like this whole being at odds with you thing..." her gaze remained fixed on the bar top as she bit down on her bottom lip.

[phoenixmuses]

Billy Hargrove was in the gym at Hawkins High shooting hoops by himself, practicing for the upcoming basketball game. He wore black gym shorts with a white label that read, 'HAWKINS HIGH'; his shirt was sitting on the sidelines, a light sheen of sweat coating his tanned and muscular form. Dribbling the ball a few times, he picked up a subtle noise that caught his attention and caused him to grin. "You're not good at sneaking up on people, you know," Billy called out, voice steady and carrying a sliver of sarcasm.

[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

[resolutevalor]

Open to all: Muse: Lucy Pevensie @indiestarter

"What do you suppose we do?" The Valiant Queen inquires.

[modcrnspirits]

open starters! crush open to: males/nb/ftm (verse or bottom) muse: flash garreau plot: Flash has had a crush on your muse for a while now and even though he didn't think he had a chance, now they are alone and jerking off together. Still, he has told your muse he is an innocent virgin. Your muse can be a friend, someone religious, father/older brother from a friend, professor, etc.

It was happening! Flash could hardly believe it, but there it was, all in front of him, all for him. He had to hold back, to think a little bit straight at least, considering the facts, or the lack of them. He had lied. A lot. He had lied again and again just so he could be close to the other and now that he was finally getting what he wanted, he had to be careful that all his little white lies would not stop that pretty mouth from getting to his cock. "No one will know bro." He said with a deep voice, spreading his legs a little wider, his hard cock now fully exposed as he had stopped jerking his cock off on his side of the sofa.

He had done it all before. His body did not betray his lack of innocence when it came to this. But he had told the other he was a virgin. That he had chosen to wait and stuff like that. "I mean, it will be our secret. We have gotten this far already." He meant the jerking off together, the video still playing on mute in the TV in front of them. "Come on. I'll do you too."

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: anyone (m 38+ if romantic) with: daphne vaughn (41, english professor) plot: ym had just bailed daphne out of jail.

"i have no intention of apologizing, so if you're going to make the attempt to try and convince me, you may as well have let me stay in that cell overnight." daphne's arms are folded, vision still a little blurry from the amount of alcohol in her system. sure, it's not great to go around ruining other people's weddings with a fight, but she will insist until the day she dies that she hadn't started it. she'd only defended herself when necessary.

[burning-blossomss]

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The music was so loud it would sometimes make her ears hurt, but she barely noticed anymore as she took another sip from her fifth beer of the evening. Carla nodded along to whatever the guy she was talking to was saying, struggling to remember his name. Something that started with a T..

Whats-his-face went to go get another drink, she was about to take a sip from her drink when she felt two hands shove her in the back. Hard. She almost dropped her drink as she stumbled forward slightly, before spinning around with a glare on her face.

"What the fuck??"

[vincentgore]

Open starter. Local: Sala de Música Horário: por volta das 17:30

Talvez a parte mais difícil de estar em Thornhill fosse encarar novamente o quarto escuro que foi palco de grande parte de seus pesadelos. Odiava estar ali sozinho tanto quanto odiava quando era criança, então deixou seus pertences tão rápido quanto podia e começou a caminhar pelos corredores. Vincent não tinha lembranças muito específicas dos momentos que passou naquela mansão, mas seus passos o guiaram quase automaticamente até a Sala de Música. Abriu a porta devagar e deu uma olhada nos instrumentos empoeirados. Sentia como se o local fosse uma cápsula de um momento distante, e começou a analisar cada instrumento como se fosse capaz de se lembrar do que havia tocado neles. Ficou tentado a sentar no piano e tocar, mas teve medo de que as teclas se soltassem ou as cordas se arrebentassem depois de tanto tempo sem uso, então pegou o violino. Soprou a poeira, testou as cordas que surpreendentemente ainda estão firmes, e começou a tocar uma canção da qual mal se lembrava.