#c: open starter

[silvcrignis]

Beyond The Scope || Rose || Open

“I mean I can give myself a dick at will but cannae get a dude gregnant.”

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to Tops

Coming home to find one of Benji’s friends settled in their living room had not been what Joseph had been expecting. Especially because his son had failed to warn him they’d be having company, and especially especially because he knew his son would be late coming home from his internship that night. 

“Benji didn’t tell me you would be here,” he said in lieu of greeting as he hung up his jacket. “He’s not going to be home until late either. But you’re welcome to continue making yourself at home.” He never minded when Benji’s friends were at their house. He just…usually preferred his son give him a little forewarning.

“Are you staying the night, or just waiting for Benji to get home?”

[lcstinthewoods]

BASED ON: this gifset that's living rent free in my head rn. our muses have been hooking up and after seeing your muse with another girl at a party, daisy leaves and they end up in an elevator together wink wink

"i don't know why you're following me when you should be with your girlfriend." the word is spat out as daisy stomps her way to the elevator, forgoing staying for the remainder of the party that she had originally been so eager to attend if it meant getting to see him. and see him she did - with his arms wrapped around another woman as they both laughed at something or another. really, she didn't know if that was his girlfriend or just another girl he was stringing along, but she no longer cared to find out as the memories of his hands on her now burned.

[popcultr]

OPEN TO: anyone!

TEST MUSE: jade makinde / 28 / comedian / pansexual

"you're coming to my show tonight, aren't you?" she asks the other with a look of hopefulness, "i need someone on my side, to laugh at my terrible jokes".

[ahmuseme]

closed. verse: regency/historical plot: arranged marriage; duke anders trevelyan, a disabled war hero, agreed to marry y/m to save her from a scandal and protect her reputation. this is their first meeting. could be strangers, acquaintances, friends, old flames, etc.

Traditionally, it was the gentleman who called upon a lady to make her acquaintance, but Anders had called on no one since returning from the war and becoming a recluse, which prompted his mother to arrange the social visit, a meeting that he was currently late for. His heavy footsteps and the rhythmic click of his cane filled the air as he navigated the corridors of his grand estate to the ornate doors of the parlor. "This is absolutely ludicrous," he muttered as the dowager duchess paused him to adjust his cravat. "Scandal or no, no sane woman is going to want to, nor should she, marry a cripple." He emphasized his point by lifting his cane and tapping it against the leg that no longer functioned fully and pained him at all hours of the day. Still, Anders was a man of his word and would see his commitment through if she would still have him. He nodded graciously to the servants as they opened the ornate door for him and stepped inside. "Forgive me for my tardiness, lady… lady?" Fuck! The duke's apology trailed off as he realized that not only had he insulted his potential bride by being late to their first meeting, but he had also forgotten who he was meeting entirely.

[truly-quirkless]

They silently slid their phone across the counter, the message in their notes app reading loud and clear:

[ORDER: Two cheesy roll ups, big nacho fries, extra cheese sauce, medium baja blast freeze. Please and thank you. ^^]

The cashier glanced to the phone, then to Fin.

"...what would you like to order?" Fin nervously reached out a hand- tapping the phone screen. They meant no disrespect- but they felt like they were about to cry. They weren't good at being at the mall on a busy day- and all the noise had all but killed their ability for speech. They could all but feel the looks from strangers, their anxiety spiking- further squeezing their throat. "---What would you like to order?" The cashier was now, quite actively, ignoring Fin's phone.

Fuck, they could feel tears trying to gather. Please, just read the phone...!

[chaoticvoids]

like for a starter. <3

[elpida]

plot: gwyn has a manipulative boyfriend that doesn't work, so on the weekends when she isn't working he has her go out and sleep with rich men, to steal their wallets and valuables and disappear the next morning, to sustain the fact he doesn't work but your muse was too nice and there's something about them, so gwyn for once, cracks and warns your muse. it could go many ways! open to m, 21+, i'd be very down for age gaps too.

"don't invite me back to your hotel room." gwyn spoke the moment she'd stepping out of the bar that she'd spent the whole night sat happily flirting, only.. it stopped being silly flirting after an hour. it ended up where she spoke because she wanted to, talked because this person made her feel listened to for the first time in months. it was nice to feel heard, to feel wanted in some way at all but... for once, she'd rather face her boyfriends rage than steal from someone that actually made her feel valued and not some easy fling, even though that's what it'd end up, always did. they weren't cruel or pushy like most. "don't invite me back. i'd steal your wallet, i'd take your watch, i'd max the cards within an hour or two and not because i want to, because i don't... have a lot of choice anymore so, don't ask me to come with you." she swallowed thickly, hell they could call her every name under the sun and scream at her but she stood there, timid as ever, the cold breeze making her hold her arms around herself. "i'm sorry if.. if you feel like i wasted your time."

[sinfully-divine]

"I heard you guys like boobs here. What'cha think of mine? Not bad for a 'Warrior Maiden' right?"

[galacticforces]

[[ open starter for Crowleys

It started with poetry. That was his first... overture. A poem, handwritten on his finest stationary, slipped into Crowley's pocket. Other people's poetry, at first, but it didn't stay that way. No, soon enough, Aziraphale was spending his time writing in verse about his desperate, hopeless longing, his unending fear which had become little more than background noise, and his devastating devotion. But the first time he got caught passing it on, the paper between his fingers and his wrist trapped in the circle of Crowley's... That was when it sunk in how invested he'd gotten without any actual sign of whether his feelings were returned. That was when it sunk in just how far he'd been overstepping his bounds.

He froze. Then he swallowed, and he waited, not quite meeting Crowley's eyes.

[lustsfvls]

❝YOU OWE ME A SHIT ton of money. haven't you run out of excuses?❞ annoyance was clear in raven's voice as he spoke. it was mostly on him for letting her get away with it. she always had the right timing getting all dolled up. he had to give it to her. she was good at predicting the day that he'd come visit to ask her for payment.

– muse: raven miller / casino-hotel owner & drug dealer / 40-45 – open to: f / nb (25+) – plot: your muse owes him money (either from buying drugs or gambling in the casino - up to you)

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: f/nb connection: plot here

her best friend had always been stunning, popular with the boys and girls, and well pippa would never admit it aloud but she was jealous. not jealous that her friend got all the attention, but jealous that she couldn't be the one fawning over her. it wasn't unusual for the other to spend the night, the two practically attached at the hip. and though pippa swore she'd never make a move...

turning over in bed, she was met with the perfect set of t*ts. they were spilling out of the others shirt, so perfect and pretty. her nipples were already hard and pippa just couldn't tear her eyes away. the other was still soundly asleep so...one little fondle couldn't hurt right? it was everything she'd always dreamt of anyway. hand reached out to grab at the exposed breast, softly squeezing it, relishing in the way it felt in her palm before she reached over to the other one, mimicking the same motions, hoping not to wake them.

[likecometsx]

┘chris&?? *☄ open starter // @hiddenstarters

it's disorienting to be brewing a potion in your mother's kitchen one minute and standing in a random alley the next - though not entirely unusual for a halliwell. still, stepping into the sun on the street of a city that was definitely not san francisco had chris scratching his head and panicking a perfectly reasonable amount.

he stopped the first normal looking stranger passing by on the sidewalk with a wave and quick apology. "crazy question. i'm acknowledging that, which hopefully makes it a little less crazy sounding." he paused, but not long enough for any sort of reassurance from the stranger. "could you tell me where i am? and what year it is?"

[lcstinthewoods]

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

[popcultr]

OPEN TO: anyone!

TEST MUSE: arden graham / 28 / mechanic / pansexual

PLOT: "we've just started dating and things have started to get serious. oh shit, you have a kid, i'm not sure i'm ready for that yet but i REALLY REALLY REALLY like you"

"look i'm not asking you to be my daughter's parent" a huff of annoyance fell past their lips, she thought things had been going well between the two of them. but when they mentioned their daughter ivy, things started to get a little weird, "it's just we come as a pair, you can't have me without her, ya'know".

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to M/F/NB (Bottoms for M) Potential Relations: Spouse/Fiancé/SO, FWB, One Night Stand, Kid’s Friend, Someone he met on the road, etc.

JD leaned back in his chair as he looked the other over appreciatively. He didn’t get nearly enough time to himself, or with someone else, like this. He planned to take advantage of the time they had together tonight.

”Well don’t you just look gorgeous?” he hummed, gaze taking over their form once more. He pat his thigh, an obvious invitation for the other to come settle in his lap. “Why don’t you come over here and take a seat, Princess?”