#lmk if you'd like someone else!

[waveofstars]

@missautumn liked for a chappell starter !! | coffee

Coffee. It seemed like the safest exchange to have given their past. Dinner was too intimate, drinks were too dangerous, but coffee was a fine gray area that Chey deemed she could handle. It wasn't always this complicated, but their past was colorful and feelings on her part were all kinds of mixed up these days. They were great friends once, then something more, and now nearing strangers. They fell into these old patterns of rekindling a flame that more than likely just needed to be put out forever.

That's when it hit her. It's never just coffee. Deciding to abandon their entire coffee date before they got there, she made a bee line for the door of the coffee shop to leave. Busted. Just as she pushed the door open, there they stood on the other side, clear witness to her running for it. "Hi," she stammered. "I was, uh, gonna go grab something from my car." It was a bad lie. "But you're here. Hi. Did I already say that?"

[lamourt]

@kidfrommodesto liked for a starter !

he would never have agreed to this in a thousand lifetimes if this man wasn't someone louis had trusted. but his publicist had pushed for it, and with louis's account of his life and their relationship so widespread now with the publication of molloy's book... lestat cared little for the court of public opinion, but there was, in sloane's words, damage control to be done. he finds this whole thing horribly garish–– the way the set has been dressed up, the little props, the book so innocently placed on a side table. its very presence burns in lestat's periphery–– the pages filled with ugly truths and beautiful ones, alongside things he doesn't quite consider fair. and perhaps he's a little vindictive when he sends a spasm towards the other man's throat–– a vampire who hasn't told the world of what he is yet, when he plays the role of other. brows flick up–– an invitation to start, because he won't.

[pcrfectcrime]

@sunliights liked for a starter from their wishlist ♡

muse : jesse morrison. hetersexual. he / him. plot in source.

" im not trying to be an asshole. im just saying i don't know what you see in that guy. he's not good for you."

[painfools]

" you want to distract me ? how ? " / @dogsrotten

[pcrfectcrime]

BLOWS DIDN'T BEGIN to explain how this whole thing was, or even how she was currently feeling. " i don't fucking know." aidan didn't mean to be short with the male, but she had an important deadline to meet in terms of submitting the final mix she had finished up to the artist and record company. " there must be a way out of here, or another solution cause no fuckin' way this is happening."

closed to: @cowbcycarter muse: elijah "eli" williams.

"Well, this blows, doesn't it?" He let out an exasperated sigh, flexed arms folding across his chest. "You think we'll ever get the hell out of here?"

[joyfcll]

@revulnance / starter call !

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ oh , wow ! ❞ hands balled into fists as joy giddily brought her hands to her chest and bounced in excitement. she giggled , utterly pleased , and spun around their bedroom in a new green dress. ❝ look at how it sparkles ! and the way it T W I R L S ! ooooh , DISGUST , you just have the BEST sense of style ! ❞

[rejenny]

❝ you're not getting rid of me that easy. ❞

@fals3nd, for rey.

[touchbased]

muse: blanche reid. mid twenties. certified nanny and aspiring graphic artist. brought up extremely religious, which leaves her both repressed and rebellious, and the combo kind sucks for her. open to: m/f/nb. based.

sixty to one hundred beats per minute. that's how fast the heart should pump, blanche knows, for the average, healthy human. but what if said human is facing a masked killer? one that, if she had to guess, offed her friends? would one hundred and twenty be out of the question? the thought does little to ease her mind as she whimpers, back pressing against a tree, eyes squeezing shut as she finds her forehead pressing against their mask. "i'll do whatever you want," she pleas, trying her best to sound confident, rather than terrified. "i — i'll lie to the police and say i never saw you." / @softkillins

[dollieour]

❛ would   you   sit   still  ?   you're   gonna   get   an   infection   if   you   don't   let   me   clean   this   up. ❜

[dcynnight]

closed starter for @supercutts

"please, please, please don't make me cry when i spent hours doing my makeup." eyes glistening, she adds, "don't embarrass me, please."

[lovefvcked]

closed starter for @casualscx from georgia kincaid !!

"tell me you don't love me and i'll go. tell me you feel nothing for me and i'll leave you alone forever." georgia said to the other with a small sigh as she looked at them.

[sweetfcntasies]

highinfidclitys​:

it was meant to be a sleepover. just a group of friends getting together, for popcorn, late night movies, and a few bottles of whatever alcoholic beverages they could get hold of. drinks had been consumed, enough for layla to have been feeling hazy, pliable. it had started with a dare, a dare to kiss one of the others in attendance, and with a giggle she’d agreed. steamy, having drunk enough to write it off the next morning should anyone have any sort of regrets (she wouldn’t).

but a dare to kiss had quickly evolved, the blonde being pushed back, flat against the floor that they’d been sat on. legs had widened almost as an instinct, arousal practically flooding her p.ussy almost as soon as contact had been made with it. this was more than she’d expected it to be, and yet desperate whimpers and moans that bubbled up from within her said that she was certainly enjoying as fingers explored her body, making it theirs.

it wasn't unusual for the group of friends to find themselves at each other's place on a friday night. quite the opposite. more often than not, their evenings would be spent in each other's company and tonight was no different. like most times, it always started with some mindless drinking and watching whatever romantic comedy they'd decided on for the night before it evolved into something more...fun.

alcohol was running steadily through avery's veins, excitement buzzing through her entire being as grace dared the other to kiss her. as soon as the other's lips met with her own, it became harder and harder to keep her hands to herself, and, before she knew it, she was hovering over the other's petite frame, lips moving against hers eagerly.

"hey, that's not fair," grace finds herself protesting, a hint of jealousy in her tone as her blue gaze remained on the two girls. pushing herself off her seat, she joins them on the floor, her small palm running down leyla's leg. "i want a kiss too."  

muse: layla. plot: in source ! connection: any that work, open to multiple muses !

it was meant to be a sleepover. just a group of friends getting together, for popcorn, late night movies, and a few bottles of whatever alcoholic beverages they could get hold of. drinks had been consumed, enough for layla to have been feeling hazy, pliable. it had started with a dare, a dare to kiss one of the others in attendance, and with a giggle she'd agreed. steamy, having drunk enough to write it off the next morning should anyone have any sort of regrets (she wouldn't).

but a dare to kiss had quickly evolved, the blonde being pushed back, flat against the floor that they'd been sat on. legs had widened almost as an instinct, arousal practically flooding her p.ussy almost as soon as contact had been made with it. this was more than she'd expected it to be, and yet desperate whimpers and moans that bubbled up from within her said that she was certainly enjoying as fingers explored her body, making it theirs.

[kittywriites]

[[ CLOSED ]] [[ @slumpcd liked this post for a starter ]] [[ based on the last bullet ]]

She stumbled over the threshold with a surprised little "oof!" when the deadbolt gave way so suddenly and the door fell open, nearly taking her with it. The girl burst into a fit of giggles as soon as she righted herself, managing to straighten back up on her heels and pull her key out of the lock without much more of a struggle. It wasn't until she turned to head into the living room that she realized she'd had an audience the entire time. "Oh! Hi, guys!" Wendy greeted diplomatically with another drunken giggle. Her little skirt flounced around her thighs as she helped herself into their circle and perched on the arm of his chair. "How's boy's night?"

[glacialheart]

i'd like to write for more characters

[honeycoded]

          " open up !  i come bearing gifts ! " of course, by gifts she's referring to the basket of baked goods freshly prepared in her bakery that very morning. clear as day, it was easy for anyone to see that meliora's favorite way to show her affection was through carefully curated pastry recipes — when they answer the door, mel beams, holding up the weathered basket in her hands. " i made sure to prepare two of each of your favorites ! "  —  ♡૮꒰•༝  •。꒱ა @luvticon

[pcrfectcrime]

@crowdedmidnight liked for a starter from their wishlist ♡

muse : madelyn serrano. heterosexual. she / her. plot in source // bullet one.

" it's not even raining that bad. i don't even live that far. there's nothing for you to be worried about."