#Opens

[wiirocku]

Revelation 3:20 (NIV) - Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with Me.

[parainvestigate]

open rp.

Hellboy had been abnormally grouchy for the past fifteen minutes. Glaring daggers at his phone. Thumb clicking carefully to avoid the crack in his screen.

“How the hell does Mothman beat me out in this top five list?? He ain't even real! Bogus . . . damn monster fuckers.”

[lilacxrosesx]

open to: f - please disregard my muse page and rules as they are both very old! any questions le me know. plot: my boy phoenix is your characters friend/fwb/frenemy and he's pointed out her boyfriend is a dick, and now he's done something to prove that. not to mention he has feelings for her but he won't openly admit it. "i don't know what you want me to say.." his expression was soft, and somehow he managed to keep his calm through the conversation. "i take no pride in being right, i never wanted you to get hurt by him."

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: f/m/nb 21+ ( not restricted to afab ! ) muse: adrian rossi ( a. butler ). switch. he/they. golden retriever bf streamer plot: based on this usfw video. adrian and y/m are spending quality time in the park. on a bench, picnic blanket, etc. unknown to others, adrian has instructed y/m to sit on his lap for less than wholesome reasons, their actions concealed by a skirt/blanket/etc. can be dubcon, just specify in tags ! connection: ( step ) sibling/cousin/nibling. girlfriend/boyfriend/partner. ( best ) friend. best friend's sibling / sibling's best friend. date. stranger. etc. possible bonus points if there's a reason they're avoiding penetration ( inc.est, fear of pregnancy, ta.boo relationship ) please read my rules before replying !

"that's it, baby." adrian's hand rested on their waist, words purred reassuringly into their ear. "you're doing such a good job, pet. can you feel how hard my co.ck is for you?" it twitched beneath them as if to emphasize his point, making him bite his lip. the subtle grind of their hips down into his lap has been gradual so far, as to not draw attention, but now he's craving a bit more. "a little faster, sweetheart. nice and steady. nobody's even looking."

[biiscione]

OPEN STARTER

The capofamiglia had loomed in the shadow of the doorway for quite some time, quiet and observant as he ever was. Black hues watch his spouse intently, the softness in which they spoke to their child and how happily the young boy beamed back at them. It is a glimpse of a quaint life; a façade he has so meticulously fostered, all with the help of the other. His intentions were to keep the relationship transactional his wealth is theirs, as long as they do not question its origins nor his business, and he gets a proper public face simple, right?

Ah, but the young boy stood at the sound of Raphael's voice, ran to him terribly unexpectedly, and the man couldn't deny the well-behaved and excited little boy in a surprising but warm embrace.

"Quite studious we are!" Raphael teases the boy on his hip, watching him beam up at him from down his nose before turning his attention to his play-spouse. "Keeping busy, I see."

open to: all genders ('historical accuracy' be damned)

plot/connection/backstory: roaring 20s. raphael is, for a lack of a better phrase, in the mafia but keeps a wholesome public face. desperate for security, your muse accepts his proposal: a marriage, on paper, for a somewhat normal life. they keep their distances from each other in their agreement of 'don't ask, don't tell', but that doesn't mean their relationship doesn't get a bit more complicated than that.

[downthecove]

open to: anyone plot connection: just your regular edward & jacob drama but this time they're willing to put their differences somewhat aside to get what they want. can be canon or oc muses: edward [ vampire ] + jacob [ shifter ]

"don't you ever get annoyed that he doesn't seem to bother putting on a shirt around you?" even though edward knew that jacob could hear him, he still bothered whispering into the other's ear. just another excuse to have them closer to him. "we can head out if you want, go to a place a little less distraction."

a smug smirk had formed on jacob's face, approaching the pair with his shirt tucked into his back pocket. "oh come on eddie, afraid of a little competition?" he gave the two their space, but only about a foot away. "i brought my bike if you want a ride." he wasn't going to make this easy, being the distraction and all.

[sclitvde]

OPEN STARTER ( content warning below )

DO NOT ASSIGN MR. GLUSKIN ANY FEMALE STAFF Dr. Garrett Snow highlighted the suggestion ( vainly ) at the top of his notes before his departure. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like Murkoff cared for the people they lied to — Lying to Eddie’s new psychiatrist about her new assignments was as easy as killing for them.

And they have practically sent her to slaughter.

His smile is wide but vacant, betraying the falseness of his façade before he even speaks. “Well — " head cants on a muscular neck. “Aren’t you something! A woman doctor — pretty and smart.” He’s trying to control some damage his file so falsely wrought on him, all those stupid fucking lies.

“I’m excited for us to get acquainted.” He makes a vain attempt to slouch comfortably in his seat, the chains at ankles and wrists connecting his hefty frame to steel anchors in the concrete below. Eddie huffs, making his discomfort known for only a second before the smile returns to full lips. "Now," excitement rattles in his scarred throat, "let's introduce ourselves."

open to: f/tf/femme-presenting folks

plot/connection/backstory: your muse is hired by the murkoff corporation as an interim psychiatrist after the last sitting psychiatrist was rendered incapacitated. your muse's job is to analyze and recount their illegal experimentation on the criminally insane of mt. massive asylum, eddie, of course, being one of them.

cw/tw for future reference: misogyny, sexism, sa mention, csa mention, medical neglect/violence, dubcon, violence against women, probably all of the -isms

psych. file on eddie

[taintedbloodlines]

"Just for once..." She began, a tinge of annoyance filtering through her voice even though she had tried to hold it back. "...I wish I could be dealing with an actual teenage girl problem..." School, friendship, boys, the kinds of things that she thought her teenage years would be filled with. "...and not a witch problem. Yet here I am." There was a heavy sigh and she looked back at her companion. "How can I help?" There was a genuine nature to her question because despite her complaints, she would help. That was what she did.

[hiddcnhorizcns]

open to: ladieeees connection: the notorious outlaw has faked his death and now goes by a new name (caleb dawson). for months, he’s been laying low, working as a ranch hand in a small, peaceful town. y/m, the daughter of the wealthy landowner who runs most of the town, has unknowingly caught his eye. unbeknownst to her, her father’s dark past ties into jesse’s own tragic story—her father’s involvement in the murder of jesse’s parents led him down his path of vengeance. now, jesse grapples with his growing affection for y/m while harboring a thirst for revenge m: jesse "black jack" turner ; 32 yrs old ; outlaw ; bio

jesse looks up from the fence post he's been working on, eyes narrowing as he sees her approaching across the golden fields.for a moment, his hands freeze on the hammer, the rhythm of his heart faltering just a bit. the shadows of his past flicker behind his eyes, but so does something warmer, softer—something he hasn’t allowed himself to feel in a long, long time. "damn it, girl… what're you doin' to me…" he muttered under his breath. he straightens up, wiping his hands on his jeans, putting on the mask of the quiet, brooding ranch hand—nothing more, nothing less. but he can’t deny how her presence seems to stir something deep inside, something he can’t quite bury. "miss, you shouldn't be out here alone. this part o' the ranch gets a little rough around sunset." he called out, his words calm, almost detached, but there’s a protective edge to them. his gaze softens ever so slightly as she approaches closer, and though he tries to maintain his distance, a part of him aches to just... talk to her like a regular man. but he ain’t regular. not anymore. not with what he’s done. not with what he knows. when she’s close enough, jesse tilts his head, giving her that slow, lopsided grin that he’s come to perfect. it’s a mask, sure, but it hides the storm raging beneath the surface. "you got somethin' on your mind, or are you just checkin' up on a poor ranch hand like myself?" he chuckles lightly, the sound low and smooth, but there’s an undercurrent of tension. how much longer can he keep this up? how much longer can he stand beside her, pretending he’s just a simple man? his mind races back to her father—the man who ripped everything from him. the man who destroyed his world. jesse clenches his fist behind his back, hiding the flicker of rage that threatens to surface every time he sees her smile, every time he feels the tug of guilt for what he’s planning.

[axxmused]

plot: small town scene, they're having an affair, blurred lines when it comes to their sexuality

open to males, bottoms (+30, the older the better)

"morning" mug in hand, he had to have coffee in his system before he had to deal with the usual walk of shame. it was a first given he usually slept like a log but not that day. but the morning breeze out in his porch made it worth it, that and getting to see the man's face upon getting caught. "you're leaving? not with my shirt on, you're not." another sip to his coffee and he placed it back over the table in front of him. "why don't you sit? i can get a mug for you. i figure talking like adults can't be too intimate when you had my c*ck way inside of you just last night"

[a2zsportsnews]

Paris Olympics 2024: Spain opens women’s hoops beating China 90-89 in OT, Serbia holds off Puerto Rico

Maria Araujo hit a 3-pointer with 3:06 left in overtime as Spain finished off a rally and beat China 90-89 on Sunday to open women’s basketball group play at the Paris Olympics with a flourish. Queralt Casas tossed the ball into the air as the buzzer sounded after Li Yueru scored inside with 4 seconds left for the final margin, then the Spaniards came together for a giant hug jumping up and down…

[lilacxrosesx]

would anyone cure my craving for rping either on discord or on mobile please and thank you.

please do not read my rules and my muse pages they are all veryyy old. any questions feel free to ask me.

anyone is welcome, non mutuals and mutuals!

i can play f/f or m/f either is absolutely fine with me.

smutty, angsty, romancey, i am down for it all.

smack the little heart and i will message you to plot! thankyouuu

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: any 21+ with a p*nis ! plot: g.loryhole filth. rules. kinks muse: graham jenson, the sweet southern belle. she/they. 21-25 connection: literally any. taboo encouraged (bonus points for step/relative) ! ( i don't mind if you like this post - but i'd prefer only if you intend to reply )

graham had always thought of g.loryholes as a sort of urban myth -- she'd heard of them, of course, but had never heard about one nearby or stories of anyone she knew going to one. so when a friend of hers mentioned how exciting it would be to have anonymous s.ex with a stranger, graham hadn't really thought she'd actually end up visiting one. nonetheless, she found the idea intriguing. the place was dingy, dirtier than she'd expected, and the attendant had winked when he'd wished her a fun time. the girl kind of hoped the sleazeball wouldn't take her up on the opportunity himself. there was a chair inside that graham cringed to see, forcing herself to perch on the edge as she waited. it didn't take more than a few minutes before she heard movement on the other side, anticipation making her squirm as she couldn't see anything through the hole. a moment later the girl was greeted with a c.ock being fed through the hole in front of her face, hard and begging to be touched. she'd be lying if she said it didn't excite her. licking her palm, graham reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke.

[ohnoidontexist]

[downthecove]

open to: f/m/nb! plot connection: other students, professors/deans/principal/coaches/staff, neighbors, local milfs/dilfs, (step)relatives, rivals, friends, one of their partners, go wild muse(s): carter [ jack c, 18 y/o student, sells test answers, nerdy ] + clyde [ tyler l g, 18 y/o student, dealer, black sheep of the fam ] - pls note 1 of them can leave, if not there will be elements of in.cest present as they're fraternal twins

math was one of his fortes so his twin brother had a knack for bringing him along for the deals. carter looked at the buyer, eyes widening as he shrugged. "i'm not the one with the bags. i'm just putting the prices." he pointed over to clyde. "you'll have to do your business with him. plus, when i do sell things," mainly test answers. "i don't take bribes so you would've been out of luck."

"this is quality product." clyde waved the bag in front of them, almost taunting them with it. "so if you don't have the money you're going to have to find a way to pay up." his left hand immediately went over to his own bulge, palming his half erect member over his pants. "he might not take bribes, but i sure as hell do."

[sclitvde]

OPEN STARTER

"You do smell like you've been at Mass all night."

Legs uncross, long fingers first caressing yellowed pages before encasing them, shutting psalms and hymns away in their crude leather binding. Pale hair doesn't spill over his shoulder with a quick glance, nor does he lift his chin. Ansgar simply shifts to the edge of his seat, elbows digging into his thighs, just above the knees; pointed chin settling in the palms of his hands. Though it at first may seem it is only the hearth that holds his attention, scarred lips finally part to address his unwelcomed guest.

"How do you know what the Temple smells like?" He questions softly, in a way that is not accusatory but carries a plain curiosity. The castellan had not seen them attend any service or celebration in the near, cliffside temple, nor had he seen them there in its quietest moments. Perhaps, in his deductions, he is incorrect. Maybe they have been to mass head turns, chin dipping so he may draw in the scent of the fabric at his shoulder maybe he does smell of pungent faith, of rotten spirituality.

open to: all genders

plot/connection/backstory: your muse playfully confronts ansgar with the italicized quote based on this song. medieval/gen!fantasy - based but open to plotting something different