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[crowns-and-claws]

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Marlena swallowed softly. "It's not that important." she said shaking her head. "It's part of my past. I don't do that anymore." she said softly. "I stopped escorting a year ago. I got enough money to take care of myself and I stopped. I let it all go. I just needed the money to get me on my feet. I got it and I'm done. Do you have any questions?"

@indiestarter

[anunkindncss]

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the lush gardens of the Bridgerton estate, illuminating the dew-kissed petals and casting playful shadows along the gravel paths. Colin strolled through the garden, his thoughts wandering as freely as the butterflies flitting about the blooms. His family’s estate was a haven of beauty and tranquility, a stark contrast to the bustling social season of London. Pausing by a particularly vibrant rose bush, Colin bent down to examine a delicate blossom, its rich fragrance filling the air. Lost in contemplation, he didn't notice the figure approaching until they were nearly upon him. “Good morning,” he greeted, straightening up with a polite nod, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I didn’t expect to find anyone else out here so early. The gardens are a perfect place for some quiet reflection, don’t you think?"

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

0 drafts. Like for a random starter. Newbies welcome.

Mindlessly bored. Can't find a show I want to watch, the book I'm reading is bleh, and the house is too quiet without bae here. Someone save me.

[likeswallowstosea]

OPEN TO: Anyone CONNECTION IDEAS: Acquaintance, Friend, Study Partner, fellow art therapy major, have fun be creative! MUSE: Ferah Yilmaz MADE WITH: Beta Editor

“What are your plans for this weekend? A couple of us are planning on going to the gallery this Saturday, and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to come along.” Ferah smiles. It didn’t hurt to ask. The more company, the better. “I think we’re going out to Driskell’s for dinner afterward, too. You know, the fancy restaurant with all the greenery, if that factors into your decision. It'll be fun.”

[thefcw]

Open to: m (tops) Plot here: tldr; Caius is a prince of the enemy nation and got captured in battle. There are rumours of him liking being under men more than he likes leading them so to humiliate him and his family your muse decides to test out those rumours Connection: a king, prince, general etc. anyone of higher rank who is also Caius’ nations’s enemy

He didn’t come there easy, even if he was knocked out in battle Caius gave whatever fight he could when he was dragged towards the enemy encampment. Although he may have been a prince he was never the sophisticated type, instead of grand balls and culture Caius was more interested in living a life of a soldier as much as he could. And he preferred a certain type of company aside from the women hoping he would propose to them.

Eventually Caius was overwhelmed by the enemy soldiers, pressed on the ground and beaten until they could chain his hands and lock them to a support beam of a tent above him, stripping his bloodied clothes while they were at it. They seemed to go towards just holding and humiliating him, there was no torture yet but Caius wasn’t scared, he would get out one way or another. His planning was cut short when a familiar man walked into the tent, Caius would recognise the bastard anywhere. He was a sworn enemy after all, “Don’t consider this a victory, if anything I’ll make it my duty to be an inconvenience.”

[rosesonbreeze]

OPEN: F/M/NB, 25+ PLOT: Historical verse! Our muses' families are political allies and have planned this marriage since our muses were just little kids. They spent every summer together, first hating each other, then tolerating each other. Fast forward a few years later - it's their wedding night! Vaguely based on Swan Princess. Open to enemies to lovers, or childhood companions finally growing into a crush. Whatever vibes! MUSE: King Christoph Hatzfeld, 35, He/Him, Heir Apparent to the German Throne. Beloved Golden Boy of the Empire, sweet but with an inflated ego and a bad habit of saying the first thing that comes to mind. Romantic at heart, but plays up being a cad because isn't that what royal Princes do?

"We could make a run for it." Christoph suggests, if only to lighten the heavy mood that's set over their wedding night. Was it the realization that no amount of bickering, resistance, and scandal could ward off this fated day? Or, strangely enough, a sense of renewed comfort - the "worst" thing they imagined as children finally happened, and the world did not end. No, according to their kingdoms and their parents, their world is just beginning. "Nothing's final 'till we consummate our marriage." While the preparations were made; the wedding gowns undone, the marital bed pulled back to invite the new couple. Well, it's still many infinite steps between their seated bodies by the window and the bed.

"It could be our last act of defiance." Haven't they perfected it over the years? Stepping on each other's feet during balls, taking up other lovers during their summer jaunts to the water? What's this in their long history of defying their parents? But Christoph knows it will only go so far. They are married, before God and kingdom, and something in him is emboldened to see it through. "Though..." He lifts his brows, a suggestive smirk they've come to know over the years. "I can't say the prospect of sharing your bed is entirely unexciting..."

[monsieur-lemort]

OPEN STARTER| Lestat &

Lestat watched until the other was over the surprise of the blonde seated, nonchalant and unperturbed on their couch in the dark room, the one lamp turned on reflecting against his preternatural blue eyes, “Are you done?” His tone bored, as if he had waited on a child to finish a tantrum, “I didn’t break in, I am no thief in the night,” he pushed himself off the couch, “a balcony with an open window is not secure, really mon chere be more vigilant,” he sighed, he had heard them in the sea of voices, his head had tilted and paused his train of thought and venture to where he had been headed, a small cafe to sit and hunt, then followed them here, beating them enough to slip in through the open balcony and wait for them to unlock the door and come in. “It is nice, this place, not my taste, but we both know I am…what are these mortals calling it? Boo-gee?” slang entertained him, he liked peppering his speech with it, laughing at the origins of some until he couldn’t stand it, then throwing the ones out he didn’t like.

[cuulprit]

꒰ ⌣  ɞ  ࣪⠀MUSE: MADELINE BARON , 38 , HOUSEMAID ( LIFELIKE AI ANDROID/ROBOT ) ꒰ ⌣  ɞ  ࣪⠀OPEN TO: anyone. ꒰ ⌣  ɞ  ࣪⠀PLOT IDEAS: your muse has either bought madeline or your muse's partner did, she was doing every task as you commanded but however, she appears to have become dangerously attached to your muse/ your muse's partner.

' you seem rather tired today ── i don't think it would be wise to dismiss me for the day. i am here to help ── that's what i was made for ── now, may i offer you a massage? or a beverage of your preference? i've made sure all corners of the house are spotless for today. '

[cocained]

open  to:  m/f/nb muse: damien lombardi, 30, hustler plot: enemies, frenemies, exes, etc.

"do you ever think we’d get along if you stopped trying so hard to dislike me? — or would that ruin all the fun for you?"

[pinksopaque]

" i feel like .. us being roommates & casually seeing each other , it's a bit too much , wouldn't you agree ? "

open to : m / nb ! @indiestarter

[supernovaisbad]

Johnny is standing on top of the Baxter Building, the flame on his palm casts stark shadows on his face as he looks over the restless city. He notices the footsteps getting closer as he glances over his shoulder. He lazily extinguishes the sole flame illuminating the rooftop, and leaves the two in near darkness, the only sources of light remain the distant neon signs below them. He faces the approaching silhouette as he nonchalantly leans against the guard rails

"It's about time you arrived. I had a date set up for today, so let's just get this over with, shall we?"

[crowns-and-claws]

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Marissa put her guitar on the stand before walking into the bedroom. She grinned and straddled her man's lap, pulling up the shirt she had on a little. It was his so it was a bit bigger on her. "I finished my new song. You want to hear it or do you want to celebrate?" she asked leaning over and kissing his lips softly.

@indiestarter

[anunkindncss]

" I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. "

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

[ ooc ]

It was so much easier to find new rp partners a decade ago.

[theyareinsatiable]

open to: ( m / f / nb / trans ) muse: nicolette katz ( 40 / college professor / bi w. a female lean / human; anne hathaway ) plot: nicolette is trying to grade her student's papers but someone keeps distracting her. she's headstrong... but how strong is nicolette before she breaks?

"You are distracting me." Nicolette spoke plainly as her polished nails glided gracefully over the keyboard of her laptop. "I'm trying to finish grading these papers for tomorrow morning and you are just nonchalantly sitting across the room... topless with a cup of coffee in your hand? Are you trying to impress a magazine publisher so they could put you on the cover?" Despite the seriousness of the situation, Nicolette still couldn't help but giggle.

[thefcw]

Open to: m Connection: cousin, uncle, godfather, family friend, father's business/political partner, etc Plot: Laura’s parents didn’t want her to stay home alone when they were off on a trip due to being extremely protective and controlling so Laura is staying with your muse. She feels guilty of being a “burden” to him so she is playing the perfect little housewife to make his life easier, and there is definitely a spark between them. Taboo and Age gap more than welcome! (Whether your muse has a child is optional!) - they could have already like cuddled, been subtly affectionate etc

It wasn’t exactly how she had planned her summer, her parents never let her go on trips with friends since college students weren’t know for their PG behaviour and her father wouldn’t allow a scandal to happen. Laura was raised with rose coloured glasses and it showed in her naive and kind personality. At least she didn’t have to be home alone when her parents were gone, instead she got a babysitter of sorts.

He had to work so Laura made it a point to do everything in the house so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. She cleaned, shopped, and cooked so he could come home for a warm meal. He had to work late that night so with all chores done Laura had food ready she could warm up for him if he was hungry. When she saw the headlights on the driveway she had to slow herself so she wouldn’t ambush him at the door. Once he was inside she approached him with a smile, taking his coat and handing him his favourite drink, “Are you hungry? Everything is done so you can just sit down and rest.” After hanging his coat Laura took his hand and gently pulled him towards the living room with a playful smirk,

“But who am I to order you around.”