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[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..."

[i6gyu]

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[vzmyhost]

Between all or nothing.

Em um mundo onde a adrenalina e o perigo se entrelaçam, uma jovem e ambiciosa agente de apostas, encontra-se no centro de uma teia de mistério e emoção quando descobre um cassino clandestino de alto risco.

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[honeybeehimbowrites]

since its the season of giving like this if you want me to go through your opens or go through your wishlist and make you a starter

[someotherdog]

it took days but i finally revamped my muse page 😭 please take a look over it and perhaps if maybe one of them catches ur eye, we can plot something?? 🙏

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤcheryl was absolutely terrified. affairs stemming from excessive online flirtations was one thing to write about, but actually engaging in the immoral acts she judged her characters for was a new level of low. but her marriage was on the rocks, barely held together by loose threads following their kids' departure for college; leaving her and her husband alone long enough for the first time in twenty-one years for her to realise that maybe marrying him had been a mistake. oh, how her dearly departed mother would turn in her grave if she knew that it'd only taken twenty years for her daughter to heed her advice.

ㅤㅤshe was the first one to check into their pre-booked room. she'd stayed in this hotel once before, on a road trip to a meeting with her publisher. only that time she'd been alone. not waiting inside for her date to join her. not that she'd class this as a date. it'd been discussed: no real names and no strings attached. and yet she felt like her heart was in her throat whilst she waited: dressed to the nines with a pretty black dress on, in a four-star hotel room, and with a seedy reputation no less. and yet, she'd never felt so pretty. she was fixing her hair in the mirror when the turning of the handle had her stomach churn, seeing their reflection in the glass before she spun around; eyes wide and her freshly glossed petals agape as she stares. " i— i think you have the wrong room. i'm waiting for my husband? " she couldn't even try to sound convincing with her lie, but she just figured it all to be one big sick joke of a coincidence.

open to m/f/nb. cheryl morgan (ap lit professor and smut author) and your muse have been talking online, and they've planned a night at a hotel together. but uh oh, what if they actually know each other... dream connections are a student, one of her kids' friends/partners, husbands coworker/brother, etc.

[littlcfreaks-archive]

open starter. any connections, any gender (m only for romantic connections). about dante.

the second month of the year had only just started and dante already felt like the year had been dragging on for decades - the fight between the pair wasn't any different, "i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't want you around, but fuck - can't i do anything alone anymore? it wasn't even a huge thing," he knew it was, knew that he was trying to downplay it to keep himself from feeling too guilty, "my agent wanted me to bring someone with a good image, alright?"

[waveofstars]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: f, 28+ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙:  devin burnt his hand on a firework and your muse is trying to take care of him 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: utp!

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” Devin scoffed, running his freshly burnt skin under the cool water faucet. Maybe he was right - or maybe he was being underwhelmingly undramatic about it. Having a firework burst in his hand wasn’t the ideal way to start the Fourth of July, but he was playing off the incident like it was nothing while his companion seemed to be worried. “I’ve had much worse.” The words were said through a wince.

[rosesonbreeze]

OPEN TO: M/F/NB, vaguely Ted Lasso (Roy/Keeley) inspired. Anna is a model, your muse is a public figure (athlete, actor, etc.) and despite your muse being black cat energy and Anna being a golden retriever, they have an undeniable bond as they try to date differently from how they have in years. MUSE: Anna Ricci, 30, She/Her, Influencer/Model, chatty and good with people, a tad pushy, obnoxious to some, but friend to all.

“I’m no expert,” she starts off, lingering at the doorway of their office unannounced. Should she have called, or texted? Waited for them to make the first move? Maybe. But Anna’s never been one for waiting, or playing it cool. She goes with her gut on these things. “But usually, people call or text after a fucking phenomenal first date.” Her assessment, anyway. Shuffling nervously at the door frame, she nods. “Our date was good… Wasn’t it?”

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Edgar is a prolific & famous thief who has stolen some things from y/m. Finally, after a long game of cat & mouse, y/m has caught Edgar. I was thinking period/historical fantasy vibes but I could go modern too. Always welcome to hmu to plot! connection: leader or second command in the mafia/crime syndicate, royal or prince/princess of a kingdom, someone from a rich family, head of security, idk whatever works~

Edgar grunted and struggled against the guards that hauled him to his feet, his heart raced in his chest and he gasped down a few breaths before his dark gaze found the others. So, they had finally caught him? He couldn’t stop the way his eyes lit with some admiration alongside the mischief that always seemed to surround him. This little game of theirs had lasted quite a while and Edgar would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed they had finally caught him. No one else had been able to catch the self-proclaimed king of thieves and they did send his pulse lurching more in his chest than anyone else. He was glad it had been them but he certainly wouldn’t have admitted it.

“Well, you’re looking as gorgeous as ever,” he complimented, grin growing wider before he was jostled by the guard on his left and he couldn’t stop the breath of amusement that left his lungs. “–if you wanted to see me so bad, you could have just said so.” He teased further, though his former statement was certainly not a missed opportunity to flirt. The thief was a lot of things and annoyingly-charming was at the top of that list. No matter the situation, no matter what sort of peril awaited him, Edgar could always find the time to flirt. If he could do that then it made things feel less daunting.

Even though he knew he wasn’t getting away any time soon, Ed struggled slightly against the guard on his left again, the one who had shoved him slightly when he’d spoken. The guard grunted as Edgar shoved against him and the action only caused the man to hold on tighter to the thief and Edgar huffed with annoyance before returning his gaze to the other, arching a brow expectantly. Would they punish him directly? Or would they throw him away in some dark room to rot for a while, think over the bad things he’d done before enacting some further punishment? Edgar was amused by the curiosity when he should have been a little more concerned about his well-being.

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[teapartyprojectrpg]

QUANDO CHOVE, QUERO DESAPARECER PARA ALGUM LUGAR (Tradução)

Traduzido por Maya Ooue.

Revisado por Ashiri e Lua.

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[honeybeehimbowrites]

open to: femmes (age gaps allowed) connection: best friend, sister's best friend, colleague, roommate, family friend (up to you if this is out of the blue or if they've been flirting) plot: leo, who is usually more shy, has found some liquid courage and is standing under the mistletoe with your muse.

"i don't know why i was so worried. this party is going off without a hitch." leo said as he took another sip of his eggnog. he looked up at the doorway they were standing in and spotted the mistletoe. he playfully nudged her shoulder. "i think we're legally obligated." leo joked, usually he wouldn't be so casual about this sort of thing, he was an overthinker, but having a good amount of alcohol in his system helped him relax.