#open starter indie

[hellsdogs]

"I don't believe in therapy. I mean, sure, people have told me I need one, but how would that even go? 'Ueno-san, why do you have this desire to retreat into your mother's womb—could it be sexual?' Like, what? As if I'm some kind of mad man. And then I'd have to explain it's not like that; it's just that the world turned out to be a bit more boring than I expected. I'll probably walk out of there with depression meds I don't even need—I'm just a nihilist, and these aren't even the fun kind of pills. Pass." Right, probably not the best thing to say on a date but how could he possibly not be himself right. "Your dessert looks better than mine. Are you gonna eat all that?"

               open starter.

to: anyone / f. if romantic. idea: friendly date at the restaurant after a long day/ first tinder date for your muse and him - your muse finds him either.. fun and charming or weird, you decide / or it's been a few dates and well he's always like this .

[geaesaekki]

'You're spending a suspicious amount of time hanging out in this dirty neighborhood these days hun." Her cigarette travels in and out, she expires, the smoke escaping out from her mouth. "Are you worried about me? That's sweet." A smile is showing behind her fingers. "But I'm not made of sugar, you know."

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to: m / f. idea: selena is an escort girl. the envionment she evolves in, the night life, comes with its dangers. a word is around : many escort girls have been missing in the neighborhood these days, maybe your muse is worried about her.

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[inkandichxr]

who: kade conroy. actor, asshole. what: just a little alone time open to: m/f/nb/idc

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Getting time to be all by himself is so rare that Kade always takes advantage of it. Even now when he knows there's probably somewhere else he's supposed to be or something else he's supposed to be doing the fact that he's alone is enough to let him forget all about it. Alone is enough to have him panting heavy, biting back little gasps. It shouldn't feel so good but it does, doesn't matter that he could easily be having someone else do this for him. Then suddenly he hears it, someone else, somewhere near and he's a little mad but not enough for him to stop.

"Fuck," he groaned. "If you're going to pretend you're not watching at least be quiet."

[bookished]

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“Every time I see you, it feels like the first time all over again.” “We shouldn’t be here together, you know that.” “I can’t live without you, no matter how hard I try.”

“Why do you keep doing this to me? To us?” “Because I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t act like I don’t care.” “I can’t stop loving you. It’s tearing me apart.”

“This is goodbye, isn’t it?” “It has to be. We’re only hurting each other.” “Even now, I can’t stop loving you.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” “You should have stayed away.” “I tried. God knows I tried.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.” “Then why does it feel so right?” “Because I can’t stop loving you, no matter the consequences.”

“I found this letter in your drawer. Why didn’t you send it?” “I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing.” “Knowing what? That you can’t stop loving me?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.” “Please, don’t. It’ll only make things harder.” “I have to. I can’t stop loving you, and you deserve to know.”

“I hate you for what you’ve done.” “I know, and I’m so sorry.” “Why did you have to make me fall for you?”

“You’re crying. Why?” “Because I know this has to end.” “Even if it does, I won’t stop loving you.”

[wantxmore]

Open Starter (Bastion Evans)

Open to: Vers/Bottoms - Men

Plot: After visiting his son (at college), Bastion has the evening/night to himself and finds a distraction.

The day had been good. Touring the campus with Eddie, seeing his dorm room, but now he was back on his own. While he loved his son, he didn't mind the other having other plans with friends. The area was nice enough and Bastion had found himself in a bar, chatting with locals and college students. He was friendly enough but when he spotted someone getting too rough, he found himself acting as a bouncer before the "problem" was removed. Turning to the other, he genuinely asked, "How are you holding up?"

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all human/human verse characters 25+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! age gaps are welcome* you do not have to match length!

setting -> your muse is a new recruit to a secret doomsday cult that my muse is heavily affiliated with. part of the incitation involves a confession of your sins, and having depictions of the worst 3 tattooed to your skin. my muse is the one with the tattoo gun. this will likely contain triggering content so be advised. religious/dark horror themes will be present moving forward!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

there was a precise, methodical ritual when it came to the preparation of the ink && it's accompanying gun. needles selected with care, lights dimmed everywhere but the adjustable overhead so there was little to distract josiah from his work. just him, the skin, and the release of haunting sin.

he'd done this a hundred times already. their group was small, but growing; the world around them darkening, with more lost souls craving acceptance, forgiveness, salvation, rescue. to have a way out of the dark, and into the light. to survive the pending doom that would topple everything back down to the ground. honestly, josiah couldn't wait. the depiction of flames, a raging fire that engulfed everything in it's wake, were etched in ink across his chest, only just barely peeking through now from under the neckline as he leaned down, sanitizing the gun in silence. one of his own sins - the hunger for destruction. for chaos. it was what he liked to call lust, written over his chest where his heart would be.

not lust for the pleasure of the body - though he fell victim to that, too. but instead, what josiah craved deeper, what really got his blood pumping through his veins, what really could bring the man to his knees... watching it all burn. && most importantly, being the one to hold the flame that set it all ablaze.

but tonight, it was not hellfire he wielded. instead, just an artist's tool, and the gentle whirring of the machine mimicked that of the crackle of fire in distant memories. he'd not properly looked at the subject yet - now finding them in the blurry haze of the targeted light. there was an intimacy to this ritual. it was when they would become redeemed. their worst mistakes plainly written (and by his hand, oh, how the power almost could tingle through his bones.) " this step is called the repentance. you tell me your worst three sins, and we'll face them together. you have to wear them, to be cleansed. to be set free. "

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (historical au. please read my rules before replying. please do not like my starters)

Maisie shouldn’t have been here. She was so close to freedom when she had been caught again and her cousin had thrown her into these cells. She knew the only reason she was alive was because of her position as the youngest daughter of the last king but Maisie never could have thought that would mean that someone that she had trusted to get her out of here would sell her out. Hearing someone else come down and say her name she saw another man and Maisie could only roll her eyes as she heard him tell the guards to go away. “I’m not going to open up to you and tell you everything. The last person I trusted is the reason I’m in here.”

[bankslov]

" come on, how long were we really going to stay out of trouble? '' she asks with a laugh as she looks at the other. @indiestarter (open to anyone.)

[amongstthechaoscrew]

//OPEN CHAOS

"Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything yet."

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . open starter: to all ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

♡ muse: andres ortiz. early-twenties.  ♡ plot: y/m accidentally sent andres their n*des, days later he's bringing it up

"are we really not going to talk about it?" brows quirks as light chuckles falls from lips. leaning in closely towards the other, "it definitely wasn't meant for me, who was it for?"

[hellsdogs]

"Are you seriously making fun of my hair right now? Yeah, i style it now—getting a job does that to a man,” he says with a smirk, brushing a hand through it. There’s a pause, his tone softening as he adds, “I wasn’t expecting you to be back in town. But… it’s good to see you.”

               open starter.

to: f. idea: jun and your muse are exes/have history/perhaps even lived together. maybe they split ways to achieve their goals and dreams but none of them is succeeding in that or only one of them is.

[thedoctornumber11]

Christmas/Holidays/Winter Starter Call!

It's that time of year again! Like/comment/reblog for a starter, likely focused around Christmas or the winter season. If you want it focused around a different winter holiday other than Christmas OR just want it to be more generally winter focused instead of focused around a holiday, let me know! Multi-muse blogs, please make sure I know what muse the starter is for! Side blogs, please make sure I know which blog the starter is for! I'll likely either post these starters or send them through ask box around December 15th or later! Thank you!

[unitcd]

open starter

"You think that you're so innocent, after all that shit you did?" Why was 𝓱𝓮 always deemed the bad guy? Every damn time. @indiestarter

[brklynbxby]

Plot: “damn you used to be dorky and lame as fuck in high school but now you’re fucking hot and i kinda wanna rip your clothes off but oops i used to make your life a living hell??? pls tell me you accept blowjobs as a form of an apology????”

Leo had always hated high school. The endless teasing, the mocking laughs, the way his name was always followed by snickers behind his back. He used to be the dorky, awkward kid, the one with the thick glasses and the trousers four inches too short. But now, he was a far cry from that person. His muscles had filled out, his jawline sharper, his confidence undeniable. Relationships? Casual, constant, and fleeting, like his whole life seemed to be now. But as much as he thrived now, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his past creeping in when he stepped into the club that night. He and his old friends had stayed close over the years, still meeting up at the club in their old town. They were still the same guys, the same dorky, nerdy crew that had stuck together through thick and thin. 

Leo had his arms around a few girls already, but then he caught a familiar face in the crowd. The one who had made him the target of so many jokes, the one who had played a role in shaping the guy he was today. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he watched her, the years of resentment bubbling up. He moved through the crowd toward her, making his presence known. “Well, well,” Leo said, leaning in slightly, his voice low enough for only her to hear over the music. "Look who it is."

[cherrygrxves]

open to f | about jordan | muses are out to eat.

"babe, please don't trip on this waitress - she's just being friendly."