#open starter: riley

[ambitionslost]

Riley Arrington stood in the center of Westbrook Gallery, eyes scanning the freshly installed exhibition. The dim lighting cast shadows across the intricate brushstrokes of a contemporary piece, the kind that would spark conversation among both critics and casual observers. As the evening air drifted in through the open doors, Riley's fingers brushed against the vintage pocket watch hanging from his belt, a habit he’d picked up when he was deep in thought. As someone approached, admiring a vibrant abstract, Riley stepped forward, his voice smooth yet inviting.

“Not quite what you’d expect from her, is it?” he said, nodding toward the painting. “But that’s the beauty of her work—she always finds a way to challenge her own style. What do you see in it?” The question hung in the air, not just an inquiry, but an invitation to step deeper into the world he so carefully curated.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[twistedgrace]

Riley paced his living room, the small, neatly wrapped box resting on the coffee table catching his nervous glances every few seconds. Two years. It felt surreal how quickly time had passed since their first date, and yet, every moment with them had felt meaningful, like a carefully curated exhibit of memories. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and smoothed his hands over his pants, trying to calm the flutter of nerves. The gift wasn’t extravagant, but it was deeply personal—a silver bracelet engraved with a date and a phrase that meant everything to them.

When the door opened, and he saw their familiar smile, Riley couldn’t help but return it, his earlier nerves fading. “Happy anniversary,” he greeted warmly, moving to press a kiss to their cheek before leading them inside. “I, uh, got you something. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it.” He motioned toward the small box, watching their expression carefully, a mix of excitement and vulnerability in his eyes.

[movierentals]

open to: m. feat. RILEY FOX, self-centered & semi-successful figure skater !

"if you keep saying that i did a good job at practice today, i'm going to stop inviting you to watch." teeth gritted, even as he was straddling the other man. one hand on his cheek, he stroked it gently before he was laying down a playful smack. fingers pinched at his cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact. "tell me no one compares to me, no one looks better in their little figure skating outfit than i do. tell me i'm the best or don't even bother opening your mouth."

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she has a boyfriend but hasn't had any s.ex in months, and someone she knows offers to help her get off potential connections: stepsiblings, best friends, colleagues, neighbors

"He's been avoiding me," she sighed. Riley had been waiting for him out by the pool, a beach umbrella keeping her cool despite the sun overhead. Her body was glistening with the sunblock she'd just applied, and she shifted a little to face him. "I don't know if it's something I did or because he doesn't find me attractive anymore. He only talks to me when he needs something, and...."

Should she tell him? It seemed like a very personal matter, but they've known each other for years.

"...he hasn't f.ucked me in months. I've been trying to understand why, but I'm just so h.orny." Another sigh, and she lay back down on the beach chair. Despite having him there, she could feel her hand inch lower as if her body could no longer control itself.

[asterism-codex]

"Duck!"

You could say that she was being nice by giving a warning, but it was nowhere near long enough before a pretty sizeable snowball would come flying in your direction. Whether or not it actually hit, she didn't care. But she was snickering either way.

[worldsintowords]

open: anyone muse: molly riley, former A list actress, now sort of a washed up version of herself (this is a test muse, if she sticks around a fleshed out bio will be put up on my site) plot: molly is at a hollywood party, and runs into your muse --- maybe they worked together before, maybe they met at a party just like this, either way their last run in wasn't exactly pleasant (they clashed, maybe they slept together, etc) tag: @indiestarter

She should have known they would be there. Anyone trying to be anyone was here. Molly took a deep breath, her gaze searching for a drink. She shouldn't have passed on the glass of champagne offered to her the moment she stepped into the courtyard. She had been trying to behave herself --- and look where that got her.

Molly kept the outer edges of the party but in the end there was no avoiding them. When they were face to face, she forced a smile. "Nice to see you again," she lied easily. "Feels like its been too long." She could pretend after all. "I hope you've been well." Actually she hoped they had tripped over their own feet and fell on their face.

[midnightrcins]

open to | 25+ f / femme nb about the muse | riley edwards, 30, bartender & aspiring singer connection | fwb with feelings, girlfriend/partner, situationship, friends to lovers, ex, anything!

"I could spend the entire day just like this, right here with you."

[ardentghcst]

𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 , , , 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 !!

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 AMBER RILEY , twenty5 , she/her , bisexual 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 , amber is , , , obsessed with your muse . violently obsessed . lethally , even . yet , her obsession has been most subtle , , , as the last thing y/m expects to find when they come home from work is her on the other side of their front door with a loaded weapon . yikes . dynamic is utp , age gaps / taboo ( keeping my guidelines in mind ) welcome : ) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 !!

" LOOK , i've gotten really sick of this whole cat and mouse thing . sorry to catch you ' after hours ' , but i'm tired of waiting . " pillowy lips were turned downwards into a displeased frown , eyes dull and veiled in irritancy . the metal of her murderous companion glinted in the lowlight of the dimly foyer as she gestured with it , an unspoken command for them to shut the door .

" what ?? are you really gonna stand there waiting for me to ELABORATE ?? come on , get inside . before you let in a draft . "

[ambitionslost]

Laughter echoed through the crisp winter air as Riley ducked behind a tree, hastily packing together another snowball. His gloved hands moved quickly, eyes darting between friends who were scattered around his backyard, launching playful attacks from makeshift snow forts and behind bushes. He peeked around his cover just as a snowball whizzed by, narrowly missing him and splattering against the tree. “Nice try!” he shouted with a grin, darting out to launch his own counterattack. Snowflakes clung to his coat and hair, but he barely noticed, too caught up in the thrill of the impromptu battle, feeling like a kid again.

[stayliquid]

open to — m/f.

"as if i'd waste my time strategically planning to ruin your date, please. i have better things to do. like wash my hair."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on this | any connection welcome, t*boo/forbidden welcome | please read rules before interacting. }

"you saw what?" riley asked out with her brow quirked, trying to hold back any look of worry or terror when they mentioned seeing her over the weekend, their words seeming to elude to more than just seeing her out and about. "pretty sure you've got your wires crossed or something..."

[twistedgrace]

The gallery doors clicked shut behind Riley as he stepped out into the crisp December evening, his breath forming clouds in the frosty air. Snow fell in soft flurries, blanketing the sidewalks and muffling the usual city sounds. The weight of the day’s work felt lighter now, replaced by the quiet anticipation of the holiday season. Riley adjusted the scarf around his neck, the wool scratchy but warm, and started down the street.

“Didn’t expect to see anyone out this late,” he called, spotting a familiar figure near the corner - someone that always seemed to come to the gallery every other day. His lips curved into a small smile as he approached, the streetlights catching the soft glint of snowflakes in his dark hair. “Let me guess—you’re finishing some last-minute shopping too?”

[hemat0lasluts]

The room was suffocating, the air thick with tension and the scent of blood—hers, still fresh on his lips. Quinn stood frozen, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He couldn’t look at her, not directly. Instead, his gaze fixed on the floorboards, the cracks in the wood seeming deeper, darker than they’d ever been. His chest felt hollow, as if he’d given something vital away the moment his fangs broke her skin.

What had he done?

He swallowed hard, the metallic taste lingering in his mouth a bitter reminder of his choice. She’d asked for this. No—she’d begged for it, her voice steady, her eyes unwavering. But now that the act was done, all he could feel was the weight of his own doubts crushing him from the inside.

Quinn’s breathing hitched. He hated this waiting. It stretched endlessly, his mind filling the silence with every horrible possibility he could imagine. What if it didn’t work? What if he’d taken too much, or not enough? What if she—

He shook his head sharply, cutting off the thought before it could solidify. His hand twitched at his side, aching to reach for her, but he didn’t move. Touching her now felt like crossing a line he wasn’t sure he deserved to approach.

His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. The memory of her laughter played unbidden in his mind, a cruel contrast to the oppressive quiet around him. That laugh had always been so bright, so alive. He’d thought he could protect it, preserve it.

Now, all he could do was wait.

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she works as an escort for spending money and ends up with someone she knows as a VIP client who has asked for ‘full’ service potential connection: stepdad/brother/uncle, neighbor, male best friend, taboo welcome

Her biological parents were shit.

They clearly didn’t want to have a family together and had only married because her mom had gotten pregnant, but once Riley turned twelve, they decided they had had enough and divorced. Dad married and moved across the country, the child support payments being the only reminder that she once had a dad, and her Mom went the same route except she took Riley along with her.

The moment she turned eighteen, however, she was left on her own, but by then, she had developed something she could use to help her survive. Riley had turned to being a part-time escort to help pay her way through college, and by her senior year, she was one of the agency’s most popular – and expensive – escorts. She had the luxury of accepting or rejecting clients based on their requests, and the current one was intriguing.

VIP, wants the full service, pretend to be a loving but very horny wife in bed.

Clearly a married man who wanted to get laid, and she accepted it for the heck of it. She was in the bathroom getting ready when she heard him come in, and she snapped the clasps on the back of her bra closed and strolled out, her heels clicking on the floor. The room was a little dark, so she didn’t notice his features until she was already straddling him and h.umping him. And maybe, if he hadn’t spoken, she would have continued riding him until one or both of them were ready to take things to the bed. But she heard that voice before, sometimes across the dining table, and she opened her eyes, gasping when she saw who it was.

[ofdisregard]

NOT ACCEPTING ADDITIONAL REPLIES TO THIS STARTER, AT THIS TIME.

muse: riley voss. 20s. part-time mechanic + college dropout ( modern verse ). open to: any gender / 21+. plot: childhood best friends, who grew up doing absolutely everything together, who know every little piece of information about each other, who stayed up late with each other through breakups, and fights with parents, and deaths of family members, who know each others food and drink orders at every place, who live at each others houses, who have been in love with each other since the moment they saw each other but just don’t realize. lots of irrational jealousy, and weird feelings, and neither of them want to ruin the friendship so they just ignore it. but can you really ignore something like that forever? starter tag: @indiestarter notes: replies will be posted as new threads for tracking purposes.

The soft hum of music played from Riley's phone, sitting precariously on the edge of her kitchen counter. The faint aroma of stale coffee lingered in the air as she leaned back against the cabinets, her oversized hoodie swallowing her hands and a pair of sweatpants just shy of reaching her ankles. "You remember that time we stayed up all night arguing about whether a hot dog was a sandwich?" she asked suddenly, glancing up at the other from where they sat at the small, scuffed table. "I still think you were full of it, by the way. Some internet nerd isn’t about to convince me otherwise." Her grin widened as she pointed a finger at them, mock sternness breaking into an easy laugh. It was the kind of laugh they’d shared a hundred times before—light, effortless, familiar. But lately, something about those moments had been harder to hold onto. Every fleeting touch of their shoulder against hers or the way they leaned in too close sent her heart stumbling in ways she couldn’t quite explain. "So," Riley said, setting her mug down with a faint clink, arms crossing loosely over her chest. "What’s the deal with that new... thing? The one you won’t shut up about?" She arched a brow, her tone teasing. "Don’t play coy. I know when something’s eating at you." Her smile lingered, but her gaze searched theirs for something unspoken. It was stupid, she told herself. Overthinking, like always. But the way their eyes lit up when they talked about someone else? It made her stomach twist in ways she wasn’t ready to admit. She’d rather crash her beat-up truck into a ditch than try to explain it.