#( 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."

[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.

[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?

[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)

[sincityszn]

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

"I can’t not want you."

[cherrysugcr]

open to penelope featherington inspired muses bc i'm terrible but need to do this for my own pleasure inspo is obviously this

Louis had returned from his travels many days ago had not seen the woman he considered a confidante until today. Even so she wasn't here to see him but instead his younger sister who was her closest friend. "I wrote to you several times with no response, I was worried something had happened to you." He whispered as he stepped closer to them. "If I'm being honest, I missed you quite a good deal. I have half a mind to ask why you've been so distant. Have you been well?"

[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'

[egotistival]

bored, so like this if you want starters from your wishlist and/or for me to go through your opens !

[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.

[rcsegld]

open to: f/nb plot: archie’s parents paid your muse to break up with him

archie hadn’t intended on being there when she came around to pick up the rest of her stuff. the break up had come out of nowhere it seemed and archie had been completely blindsided and the last thing he wanted was to be there to watch her hammer down the final nail in the coffin that had been their relationship as she left with the remainder of her things. that was, until he had overheard a conversation between his parents. it was by pure chance that he had been walking past his father’s study, the door slightly ajar, as they had been discussing he and his now-ex. at first he had thought they were expressing their concerns but upon pausing to listen he realised just how wrong he had been.

he leant against the doorframe, watching silently as she gathered her things. he had been upset when they had first broken up, unable to comprehend or pinpoint what exactly had gone wrong between them, but now he was angry. angry at his parents for paying her to break up with him, and furious at her for accepting. it wasn’t until she made to walk past him that he finally asked: “how much did they pay you?”

[aidankeef]

STARTER CALL - Pós drop.

Responda com o número do plot + o @. Em caso de starter sem plot, bastante colocar "aberto" + @.

PLOT 001.

Assim como os demais patrulheiros, Aidan despertou do transe antes dos demais e retornou para o acampamento. Quando MUSE se livrou da visão, estava próximo de Aidan e foi acolhidx por ele.

PLOT 002.

MUSE notou a ausência de Aidan nos afazeres e a forma com que ele passou a treinar de maneira obsessiva após o ocorrido.

PLOT 003.

MUSE é íntimo o suficiente para notar que há algo de errado com o filho de Ares, já que ele aparentemente está mais explosivo do que antes.

Demais starters abertos sem plot programado (3/4).

(Os demais chats já abertos serão respondidos ainda hoje, mas se for o caso podemos encerrar e abrir um novo).

[sincityszn]

open: m | mutuals and non-mutuals muse: blake waldorf | 30-40 | principal connection: assume anything!

"this is the third time this week that you've been sent to my office, what is going on with you?"