#open starter (kind of?)

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[why-the-heck-not]

2nd batch of sourdough! Lots better than the first, actually got some crumb structure this time (bc the starter is finally ready for bread)

[miquellathekindone]

He hummed.

Miquella's hands worked on the stems in his hands, those that stained the skin of his fingers with dirt. Each movement reflected a strong, firm knot, which gradually began to take the shape of a wreath.

The gentle swaying of the lilies around him made his skin tingle, something he had grown accustomed to after sitting on the grass for a while. Nature welcomed him whenever he needed a break. Whenever he needed to seek some solace in the Earth and what it meant.

"What do you think?" He said aloud after an eternity in silence, lifting the wreath carefully lest it unravel between his fingers as it had no final knot to keep it made. Torrent, with what little grace he had to spare, snorted with only a look of disdain at the flowers Miquella had borrowed. That was part of his food. It didn't matter that they were surrounded by more lilies. "...That does not help me at all."

Torrent snorted again, lower this time, before turning his back completely to his owner. Miquella lowered his hands to his lap, beginning to work again on the last knots of the lily wreath.

"Do you think we will be able to meet again soon?"

He received no response.

The Torrent of his dreams didn't look behave much like the real Torrent, though it was a companion Miquella refused to overlook. That was his life partner, a small part of his soul. Whether it was a dream or reality.

Miquella's fingers stopped. A disturbance in the air.

[necrosemancy]

Are you an avid reader? Do you love a steamy romance? Do you love horror movies but always thought the monsters got a bad rap? Did you watch Shape of Water and scream ‘yas girl get it’ when she got freaky with the fish man? Did you watch that gargoyles show as a kid and want the big beefy stone men with wings to fly you away? Did you get phone calls from your local blockbuster with them begging you to return copies of Bram Stockers Dracula and The Lost Boys?

If you answered yes to more than one of these questions, then I have great news because I’m starting a book club because I scandalized the old bitties at the library who just wanted to read boring regular romances with the suggestion of ‘hugging’ a monster and they kicked me out of theirs. ! Message me for details! :)

[thwipsthrown]

"Gambit tell you what, sha', dis is bullshit. 'Gambit' is IN de title. Fuck i'he?"

[radicheart-a]

Guess who woke up feeling incredibly irritable with a desire to either rub or butt his antlers into everything...as well as horny beyond belief.

This guy.

God damn it, the rut's back.

[persephonyed]

open to: f, nb !

plot: linked in the source. feel free to assume connections!

he'd been successfully avoiding them since his last slip up, fully aware of how bad it would be if he let them get close. there wasn't a world where he contained the capacity to treat them the way he should, and eli was blatantly aware of the fact. yet, here he was, drunk on their doorstep, heart racing as he met their eyes through the newly opened door. "full disclosure, i might be drunk...and i am going to regret this in the morning," his gaze unwaveringly serious and intense. "but fuck, i think about kissing you all of the time."

[ohmylcve]

open to females! connection: our muses are really close friends! they're touchy, loving with each other, caring and stuff. they do talk about everything and anything at the same time. it's the kind of friendship you don't wanna ruin... by being in love, see? that's the problem. maybe one of them is in love and the other isn't; maybe both are... well, let's see! i'm picturing that if maisie's the one in love, she's really confused about that. anyways, show me what you've got :))) muse: maisie wilkins (test muse!) tagging: @indiestarter

"no, that's way out of my league. i'm glad you asked though. you really think that's my kind of stuff? i mean... seeing you do it seems pretty tough, ain't it?"

[thearcherbrothersx]

About Declan . Connection ideas: sugar baby / submissive / escort on retainer (lmk in the tags)

"You have ten minutes to put on something sexy and be ready to open the door. Twelve, if traffic is slow."

Declan pressed send without further thought, and slipped the phone back into the inside pocket of his tailor-made suit jacket. Then he offered a simple nod to his driver, who promptly steered the sleek, black Mercedes onto the road. He didn’t check to see if she replied, primarily because he fully expected her to do what he paid for; be at his beck and call. No questions asked. Complete devotion to him and him alone. Just the way he liked it. Exactly ten minutes and thirty-six seconds after sending the text, Declan was at her door, knuckle rapping gently against the wooden surface.

[stickykiss]

test muse : park seojun , 22 , student athlete open to : m / f / nb. connection : seojun is starring on a reality show in the same vein as love island, love is blind, etc. he finds himself in a love triangle, as one of the two people your muse is interested in.

"it can't be for the attention, that's- that's the whole point of the show, but," he throws his hands up, blinking disbelief from his eyes, "were you going to say anything ? or just let it play out ? do they know . . ? "

[mindful-mateo]

This was possibly the worst timing Mateo could have managed. He'd basically just started his job as librarian at Krovs Castle, had barely had a few days to just get moved in and situated and now it was heat week. He was normally very aware of when it was coming but he honestly hadn't expected to be hired so quickly. He'd assumed he wouldn't start until after and now he was here and it was...a lot. The collar was comforting, he could feel it keeping most of his magic at bay, though unfortunately it didn't seem to do anything for him going through heat. Normally, he was in London for this and he could just go out and hook up with random people. He supposed the same was true here but there were slaves who it seemed unfair to rent at all let alone for that, other staff members who were basically his coworkers, and masters who were mostly vampires. It didn't seem wise to mess with any of them or approach them or...whatever, though he was clearly the only one who thought that way. The sheer amount of concentrated pheromones and hormones and everyone seeming to not care where or with who they were doing anything...it was overwhelming. He was on edge and needy from his own heat, dressed in some nicer, bolder prints and taking a little more care with his appearance and yet he was also trying to avoid most people because he'd just gotten here. It was one thing to hook up randomly with someone in London when the likelihood of seeing them again was low. It was something else entirely when seeing them again, and frequently, was pretty much a guarantee.

As much as he was trying to, Mateo couldn't just hide in the library and actually had to venture out occasionally to get food or get things and he was so preoccupied by everything that he ran right into someone else. "Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized immediately even if the sudden physical contact was both jarring and immediately welcomed. He didn't pull back as fast as he should have, his hands lingering on the other's chest and leaning in before he even realised it. Once he did realise he jerked away, snatching his hands back. "I didn't mean to...that was uncalled for...sorry." God, he was making such a fool of himself. So much for making a good first impression with anyone.

@krovscastlestarters

[gemscales-and-tea]

Permanent Starter Call For Cesar

What does this mean? By liking this (or leaving a comment) you have granted permission for this shadowy boy to have full access to you and gives me an idea on if you're comfortable with:

Cesar popping into your inbox at any time

Cesar answering any opens you happen to post

Cesar answering any 'dash commentary' posts with ones of his own

Cesar making remarks about the activity of your muse via 'dash commentary'

@'ing you in random starters

Plotting involving Cesar to minor and major degrees

Comfortable with me IM'ing you in regards to Cesar

Cesar causing trouble and shenanigans for your muse, both plotted and on the fly.

This is just here for me to get an idea of who wants full interaction with this shadowy bastard.

[alexxcarrasco]

Where: any bar

Who: open

Lifting the wine glass to her lips, Alex took several sips of the red wine. It was her day off, and yet, all she could think about was work and what needed fo be done when she went back in tomorrow. She had debated on going in today, but chose against it. She hasn’t had a day off in weeks.

A frown formed on her lips as she glanced towards the bottle — her bottle that she’d bought — which was now in the hands of someone else. “Excuse me.” Alex leaned forward towards the person. “Is this a normal occurrence, stealing other peoples alcohol?”

[red-hemlock]

“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day...”

“...Preferably not to trap me in a creepy, smelly underpass without an umbrella. It’s quite annoying.”

[waywardtavsanddurges]

I'm sitting here with my battered and airfried mushrooms, drinking my mushroom coffee and I'm ready to get my Drow on.

Who wants a starter from Felyn in the Underdark part of Act 1? I'm going to write one or two open starters, but like this or reply if you'd like a more personal starter for your muse specifically.

[hehosts-moved]

❝ ... been a while. ❞