#open to mutuals and nonmutuals

[vv-ispy]

[dayseize]

REVERSE STARTER CALL !  /  i’m working my way through replies atm, but i’d love to get some more threads going, so like this and i’ll go through your open starters and throw you some replies. feel free to specify muse if you like, otherwise i’ll pick randomly <3

[horrorlesbians]

nothing is more frustrating than wanting to commission someone for art of your OC and all the references you have of them are picrews of varying accuracy, a pinterest board, unintelligent rambling, and Not Accessible Daydream Footage

[queencharlottestory]

Promo by @abicommissions

#Queencharlottestory - indie Queen Charlotte Rp based off Queen Charlotte from the Bridgerton Universe particularly the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story show. Written by Queen. Multiverse and Multiship

[sang-malchanceux]

" ...are my scars ugly? ...do...do they mean I'm bad?"

[thanaredreamtof]

Open starter

“You want me to pretend to be what?” Maddie asked, her eyebrows raised to the highest point they would go. She wasn’t sure if she’d heard them correctly. Their girlfriend? She looked at the other, and shook her head slightly. “No…there’s no way…why…I mean-no absolutely not” Maddies words stumbled over each other as she struggled to come to grips with their proposition. “You can’t seriously be in so desperate a need to have a girlfriend to ask me to pretend to be yours” she asked, looking to them with a you must be out of your mind, expression playing at her features. @indiestarter

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

Open to anyone! Plot: High school / College au Sylwia was invited to hang out at the mall by her so called "friends" only to see them drive away laughing and talking amongst themselves just minutes before she was supposed to show up. @indiestarter

Right . . . Sylwia walked inside the mall anyway, wondering why she fell for their half-assed flattery in the first place. Was she so desperate for friends to fall for such cheap tricks? Really, it wasn't even that cheap. Her time was supposed to be valuable and it was a huge pain getting here. Speaking of- Sylwia fiddled with the little white paper bracelet that was her bus pass for the day, finally managing to slide it off as a group of popular narcissists she only knew from meeting their eyes for a moment before they were gone. Driving away to their destiny of alcoholism and shallow thought.

Sylwia ventured into the wide building, having no idea what she would have been looking for. A chance to pretend she'd meant for this to happen? That she didn't feel completely humiliated and alone. Maybe a derelict music shop with a printed sign hanging from the window, telling of its immanent demise wasn't her best choice, but nothing else held any interest to her. It wasn't a total loss- A nervous looking boy, perhaps fourteen or fifteen walked up to her, telling her he liked her style before leaving. She felt a great deal of empathy for him. Even if they didn't truly know each other, it was obvious that they were cut from a similar cloth. They were trying to find themselves and become better people at a heartbreaking cost. She wished that he hadn't left so fast and that she could have told him that things would be better one day. That they'd stand atop the world and rule. But it wouldn't have been honest, and she was really trying. It just wasn't going well. She was just waiting for the bus timetables to line up so she could go home.

Finally, she set a timer for when she needed to leave and went to the food court to grab an early dinner. "Is this seat taken?" Sylwia looked up from her phone, frowning to herself before shaking her head. "No. Please, sit." She hadn't realized the food court had gotten so busy. She wouldn't have stayed if she'd known. "I'm sorry. I can leave." She said, gathering her things. She imagined that's what they wanted, right They were probably waiting on someone anyway. Abso-fucking-lutely everyone else was.

[cruelending]

REVERSE STARTER CALL! / drop a like and i'll go through your open starters and reply to one or a few <3

[unhingcd]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: taissa semerikov, 24, mecernary/spy

premise: based the last bullet point here !! (she was turned on by her former boss, who is a part of the regime they're trying to take down.)

deep, audible breath fills taissa's lungs when the vehicles rear doors fly open. its been too long since she's taken in fresh air, or felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. policital assassination attempts tend to deprive one of simple things in life, things she never thought would be attainable until she was approached for the contract. the same organization that berated her for her skills, needed them now more than ever and she's more than willing to exact revenge on the common enemy they shared.

'you can't be trusted on your own.' a reminder that rings true upon bring lead out of the truck and ushered into what appeared as an abandoned building. taissa thought up about five different ways she could get out of this situation, but without her contacts, all points are mute. she needs this opportunity and partnering up with the other is her ticket.

"when do you think they'll let us out of these things?" speaks with strong irratation at the tightened cuffs keeping their hands out of sight. "i mean, they already have us in the middle of fucking nowhere ready to do their dirty work. least we could get is a front cuff."

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

< The winding, flooded tunnels stretching ahead are unknown....but peaceful. Warm. Swimming leisurely, they come to a place thick with plants. It tickles at first, but then it feels like grabbing, tearing. And they don't think about turning back, they just swim faster, afraid to look down. White hot dread overtakes him and it rapidly becomes impossibly dark for a few yards, he can't see even with his normally good night vision.

There's silt kicked up violently...then everything is blindingly, eye searingly bright. They can hardly keep their eyes open.

Red, everything is blood red, it all looks the same, he can't tell up from down. And in an instant, he can't breathe. The water in his lungs and throat choking him in an unfamiliar way.

He's Suffocating.

Dread settles in further when he begins to hear distant, all too recognisable voices.

Voices that he had learned to fear and hate very early in life. Voices that ruled and dictated everything. Whether they would starve or eat, and would so cruelly leading them on with mere scraps.

Whether they spoke or stayed quiet, a decision that never stayed the same so one hardly ever knew what was right. The penalties for doing either out of turn always severe.

If they worked to exhaustion and beyond or slept. Fitfully, fearfully, lightly, ready to wake up at the slightest provocation. A command, a familiar footstep pattern.

If they bled ynder a whip that day.

The voices of their former owners. Angry, getting closer and closer as they futilely try and expell all the water in them while surrounded by water.

While they struggle against what are now undeniably hands grabbing and tearing at them.

They look down.

Faces he knew well, people he had seen every day for so many years. Most have no names, but he remembers their numbers. Their voices, all of which are roaring a cacophony of unintelligible words that convey anger like nothing they could have said ever would.

It all becomes an overwhelming blur of drowning and panic and pain and deafening noises.

They're pulled down'>

And they're waking up, coughing, struggling wildly, clawing at their own throat...terrified. They gasp and choke so much it makes them dry heave. Body still remembering being filled with water that had betrayed them as it never had before.

It takes a few long, long seconds to realise that they weren’t in danger or in any flooded tunnels, and not surrounded by their past. They frantically pat over their body. Still in one piece.

They want to scream. The dread, fear and pain not yet faded. But all that comes out is a choked, wailing sob. They curl up tight as they're able, and break down sobbing.

[thedanceoftime]

"Oh baby. I'm a mess, don't look at me right now." Rhyme says, and a 'mess' was an understatement the slashes that litter her body bleeding freely. Who could have guessed that a shrapnel bomb would have gone off in a quiet little suburb?

[multistoty]

Open to female Muses

Josie had been surprised when the soft cut of the female voice cut through the air. She couldn’t believe her girlfriend had left her behind on their anniversary and it admittedly hurt though she had already been cut by the broken pieces of her heart a while ago. This was merely the nail in the coffin. Yet, the nurse turned towards the figure and saw the most attractive woman she had ever witnessed. A woman also left at a romantic dinner alone. A salad clearly waiting for its owner though the night had dragged on. The flickering kiss of candlelight courting the air. The invitation made the nursing students mouth run dry. Yet, why not? The onyx haired saltzman girl was considered likeable, though the nerdy former boarding school kid was still awkward. “God, your so pretty- I mean sure. We have to stick together. I’m Josie. “

[made-defective]

The monster is standing over a pile of clothes strewn on his bed. Foot tapping impatiently.

"Can't fuckin decide wha' ta' wear. I'mma bout t'say fuck it an walk round buck ass naked. ....babe you got any suggestions?"

[erstwhles]

open to anyone (m/w/nb), mutuals and nonmutuals

connection: another athlete, but a will they/won't they situation. based a little on this

Callum is wearing an easy smile considering that he has spent the whole night pretending not to notice them. But it is either that or to let himself collapse under the feeling that is currently burying his chest.

As they approach, he tilts his head up, letting a partial smile drag a single corner of his lips up as he offers them a wave. "Came to grace everyone here with your presence? Where's your date?" He says with a lift of his brow. "Looked like you were having fun. Why slum it with me?"

[queencharlottestory]

One line starter

"Such harsh truths so early in the morning can not be good for the digestion."

[tewwor]

open starter — mutuals & nonmutuals — cruor has healing blood & also gets queasy seeing any amount of blood + your muse is hurt so.. he'll be brave about it

It's gross. It's really fucking gross, and he understands this deeply. Yet drastic measures needed to be taken when push comes to shove. And being around someone almost at death's door? Yeah, he'll brave the nauseating repercussions and face all the blood.

"Just— here." Cruor winces as he smears his own spilled blood onto their wound. Again, he's overly aware how gross and weird this is, but the healing's strong. It'll mend just about anything in minutes. Which also hurts like a bitch, if not worse than the original injury, but they'll be stable at least.