#Open starters

[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?"

[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.

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: anyone (m 25+ if romantic) with: hari cha plot: zombie apocalypse, hari and ym run in to one another while out scavenging (complete strangers? old friends who never thought they'd see one another again? utp)

her breathing is quiet, but shallow, eyes focused as she sinks to the ground, eyes watching the pair of feet walking on the other side of the small gap in the rubble, before they suddenly stop and another face is looking at her. she has to bite her lip to stop from screaming out, and with wide eyes, immediately jerks back up. "i'm unarmed and have absolutely nothing good on me."

[cherrysugcr]

open starter males 25+ connection: up to player! (not taboo) plot: ezra is just a horny needy bottom

"I want you," Ezra begged getting onto his knees in front of the other man willing to do whatever it took to get what he needed. "However you want me just say it. Please just," he paused reaching out tugging at the other's belt. "Don't stop fucking me until I'm begging you to stop."

[bearlydruid]

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[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

[devsmuses]

open to: all! plot: bambi caught your muse committing a crime (you decide how bad it is) and now she's confronting your muse about it.

she'd saw what they did and she wished she hadn't. bambi wished she would've closed her eyes tight instead of watching what they'd done. her stomach lurched and her eyes stung with tears as they returned and she revealed the truth. "i saw what you did. you didn't think i'd notice the blood on your shirt?" her voice was weak and quiet and she couldn't even bare to look at them. had they always been capable of doing something like this? had the person she'd loved always been this way and she hadn't seen it?

[holygroundscafe]

*txt* hey

*txt* you up?

*txt* I had a bad dream...

[modcrnspirits]

open closed starter! special night out open to: males* (cis or ftm) / nb (muses over 21, please) muse: ulysses homer plot: (tw: t*boo, public exposure, etc) Your Muse has intentionally or not been teasing Ulysses at home and the older man can barely take it anymore. At the pub, drinking together, Ulysses finally lose it. Most of the men there are his friends and they know what your muse is all about - they are there to watch. / ps. can be t'boo (step/son, nephew, pupil or son's boyfriend, next door neighbor, etc)

"Take it off. Come on. Give Daddy your panties." Ulysses' three empty pints were a good indication where that night was heading. Inside the pub, the night was cozy and warm and they could hear some voices, even though it was not that full anymore. Sitting across the table from him, he watched the other with a lust he had tried to contain for too long. "I want to know how good you smell down there." He explained himself, as if that would be enough for the other to understand his need and why it was so important that he obeyed. "Come on, love." He said before chuckling and shaking his head a little, trying to focus. He leaned back, one of his feet playfully petting the other's leg.

"Don't let these idiots stop you. You are never shy showing off to Daddy at home. You keep teasing and walking around all slutty. It's a sin, you know? I bet you are wearing that tight one. The sluttiest panties you got, right?"

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: anyone (25+ if romantic) with: eun-jung moon (27, prince) plot: it's pretty well known that the prince is picky but ym has caught his eye. can be modern or fantasy.

"you have to let me take you out onto the dance floor. this party might be a chore to get through, but i think a couple of spins around the floor might do us both some good."

[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?"