#starters || zara

[intoxfolklorex]

Open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters. this is a beta post. based on the plot in the source.)

There was supposed to be an upside to not being in the main royals, and that upside was supposed to be being exempt from everything like this. Not put in a situation where her father and uncle had agreed to marry her off to some other foreign royal. Of course they’d never factored in how good Zara had become at being invisible and hearing about things that people didn’t want her knowing about. Which was why she had reached out to the man, smiling and gesturing for him to take a seat in front of her. This was a dinner, it wasn’t supposed to be a date. “Thanks for coming. Thought you might want to discuss our upcoming nuptials. That is if you’ve already been made aware it’s happening. If not, you’re welcome. Someone thinks so low of you that they’ve betrothed you to the spare of the spare of the spare and so on.”

[gctawaygirl]

open : f only muse: zara wilder (25, lesbian) plot : zara is staying with her best friend for the holidays and some relatives are over. zara and her bff are watching movie and the bff's mom/sister/aunt/cousin joins them. when her bff falls asleep, who know what they could get up? anything from fluffy cute kissing to pure filth, go wild!

it was fairly dark in the room aside from the lights coming from the screen. even still, zara could see that her best friend had fallen asleep. if it weren't for the closed eyes, the light snoring gave it away. she glanced over at the other's relative sitting ona nearby armchair, "and then there were two," she said with a slight life. zara moved the pillow from her lap, showing off her nearly bare legs, the only parts covered by her pale blue pajama shorts. she reached for a blanket and put it over her friend carefully, "i guess she was tired."

[jayjxmaybank]

it had been six months. six months and eleven days since jj last saw zara. not that he was counting the days, of course. but the absence, the silence—it never stopped gnawing at him. no goodbye. no note. not even a damn text. he'd tried calling her every day for months, the same robotic response greeting him each time: "we're sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service." and as if that wasn't enough of a punch to the gut, the "delivered" on his texts had vanished the day after she left. it was as though she'd erased herself from his life entirely.

she had promised him she'd be "right back," but that night, hours passed, and still, no word. jj couldn’t sit still, couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. he paced the back porch of john b’s house, boots scuffing the wood with each anxious step. the money he owed his father seemed trivial compared to the mess in his mind—the unanswered questions, the pile of missed calls, the messages left on read. his stomach was in knots, and no matter how hard he tried to push it down, that damn lump in his throat kept growing. john b told him to relax, to give it time, but jj couldn’t. his gut twisted with a deep, unshakable fear that something was wrong.

the first hour without her response wasn’t terrible. but by the second, he could feel the unease crawling up his spine. by the third hour, it became unbearable. he couldn’t stay there, waiting. he needed to know what had happened. so, despite the very real risk of running into her father—the man who had always treated him like a stray dog—jj threw caution to the wind and drove toward her house. he took the backroads through the cut, speeding toward the figure eight. his mind raced the entire way, each turn feeling more desperate than the last.

but when he finally arrived, when he saw her house looming in front of him, it was like the world had tilted. his heart sank, a heaviness settling in his chest that he couldn’t shake. the house, once a place filled with light and life, now stood in stark emptiness. the windows, always glowing with warmth late into the night, were black. not a single light, no flicker of movement behind the curtains. a sense of finality hung in the air, like everything he’d known had just vanished. it felt wrong—wrong in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

her father was one of the wealthiest men on the island. he could have paid the electric bill for years without breaking a sweat. but this wasn’t a power outage. it wasn’t a simple oversight. it was the eerie quiet of a home that had been abandoned.

jj walked up to the front door, his pulse hammering in his throat, his hands shaking. the place should have been full of life, full of zara’s warmth. but there was nothing. no cars parked outside. no lights. no sounds. just that heavy, oppressive silence. he glanced through the windows. the furniture inside was covered in plastic, untouched. the rooms were bare, no signs of life at all, as if the entire house had been frozen in time. it was as though no one had lived there for months. his breath hitched in his chest, and that familiar knot tightened painfully in his stomach. where was she?

his mind was clouded with panic, and without thinking, he picked up a large rock from the yard and threw it at the glass door. the sound of it shattering was deafening, and he flinched as it echoed through the empty house. but he didn’t stop. he couldn’t. he needed to know. he had to see for himself.

he stepped inside, his heart pounding in his ears, the shards of glass crunching underfoot. the house felt cold, hollow—unnervingly quiet. every step he took seemed to echo in the emptiness. he didn’t know what he was looking for, but he needed to see something—anything that would explain where zara had gone. his feet carried him through the house, his breath shallow and erratic. he moved up the stairs of the house, to her room, the place he had snuck through the window more times than he could remember.

when he opened the door to her bedroom, he froze. the closet, once overflowing with her clothes, was bare. the dresser drawers, always filled with her things, were empty. the bed was unmade, the sheets twisted and discarded, as if someone had hurriedly left, and the room had been left to gather dust in their absence. it was all gone. gone.

everything about her, about her life, was gone. no note. no explanation. just an empty space where everything that had once been her had been erased, swept away without a trace. jj stood there, his mind reeling, his chest tight with an impossible mix of disbelief and heartache. he didn’t know what he had expected to find, but that—that was worse than anything he could have imagined.

for months he felt sick. his body trembled with the weight of the loss, of her absence, and after months of her being gone and his friends telling him he needed to move on—he allowed himself to admit the truth: she wasn’t coming back. he spent more days than he’d like to admit high out of his mind or at any party thrown at the boneyard. he tried hating her, tried kissing some random tourist, but he nearly vomited up his beer. it destroyed him.

it wasn’t until jj was at kiara’s dad’s restaurant—the wreck—that he spotted it: a boat idling down the marsh. boats cruised through the wetlands all the time, so at first, he didn’t think much of it. but then a laugh rang out over the water, one that pierced the air and hit him like a punch to the gut. he knew that laugh. damn right, he knew that laugh. his heart skipped, and he squinted against the sun, raising his hand to shield his eyes as he stared across the bayou, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

if he hadn’t been leaning against the wooden circular table, he might’ve fallen flat on his ass. but there she was. just like that—like a ghost. laughing, her smile bright and effortless, the kind that used to make his chest tighten and his stomach flip. that smile—it always took his breath away. her coppery hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders, complimenting her pale skin and blue eyes. but the moment he saw it, the knot in his stomach twisted. because standing next to her, on the boat, was topper. but it wasn’t just him. no. there was sarah too, and her brother rafe, though jj barely even acknowledged them. all he could focus on was her.

@obxocmuses

[kishan-ahuja]

@zara-mayfield-silva

Kishan hadn't seen Zara in...well, he wasn't sure how much time. Time in The Grid didn't feel the same as it did in the real world. This version of Kishan had slowly become accustomed to the Grid to the point where he called it his home, not because he had to but because it truly did feel like home now. He was still sad at times, but the grief of losing what he had in the real world had lessened. It was now a dull ache in his chest every now and then rather than a searing pain. Heartbreak. He had hoped everyone moved on, but he was still sad that his friends would move on and he'd be stuck in the computer and be the same. Sure, he was a copy of the real Kishan but he still shared the same thoughts, emotions, connections, and experiences. "Zara? Is that you?" he asked, seeing a familiar face. She hadn't been in the Grid for a long time and he was happy to see her. One of his best friends, his former roommate. A kindred spirit. "Come on. We should get to safety," he said, materializing his light cycle to take her with him. He held out his hand to her avatar.

[gatekepts-a]

          ❛  hey.  ❜  she  calls  out  to  the  other  as  soon  as  they  return  to  the  waiting  room,  presumably  after  yet  another  checkup  to  treat  god-knows-what.  this  time, ��zara  is  prepared,  holding  out  a  brand  new  tub  of  tiger  balm  purchased  from  the  nearby  pharmacy.  ❛  helps  with  the  bruises  and  sprains.  the  asian  stuff  always  works,  i  swear  by  it.  ❜ @womansound

[honeyedblossom]

closed starter for @ccmpletemess ( julius )

""Oh shit, I did not mean to hit send on that," Zara squealed, throwing her phone across the room in a state of panic. "How do I unsend the thing? He's going to think I'm obsessed with him, please help me?"

[sickhearteda]

"i wouldn't ask you to do this unless i desperately needed it."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Open: any (25+ if potential ship, but can remain 100% platonic too, give me any kind of dynamic)  Connection: stranger, anything goes Muse: Zara Hudson. 22-27. Single mother, bookkeeper/vet student. Concept: loosely based off the War of the Worlds story/movie/musical because I love it and I’m keen - something has occurred, there’s panic everywhere, Zara is alone with her young daughter and encounters your muse, we can take it wherever we want from there! 

Only two days had passed since they first arrived, a few miles outside of the city was the site. People had been fascinated, drawn in and simply had to see what had landed. Zara had been curious herself, but out of concern for Lily had stayed home. She had no idea what it was and that was no place to take a four year old. As it turned out, that had been the right choice, as reports of death and destruction reached her. People screamed words of friends bursting into flame and people began evacuating their houses, and so with little else to do and no one contactable via phone, she did the same. Packing up the minimum essentials, she bundled her daughter into the car and attempted to leave the city. 

The roads were gridlocked, tens of thousands of people fleeing out of fear, and when she chose to take the remote streets out of town, it had been her potentially fatal mistake. Her SUV shuddered to a halt as the needle on her fuel dial hit the red and everything fell silent, with only the dull, distant sounds of screaming drifting across the fields. With the sun beginning to touch the horizon and light becomes scarce, she had little option but to gather their things and begin to walk in search of shelter. 

It had reached nightfall and she had been walking for what felt like hours, Lily having fallen asleep in her arms as she softly sung to her, hoping to keep her fear at bay for now. But as two glowing lights of an approaching vehicle appeared over the hill up ahead, she picked up the pace, waving frantically with hopes of getting their attention. 

“Stop! Please!” 

[influncers]

𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏closed ͏ ͏ ͏͏ starter ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ( ͏ ͏ ͏͏ @invcntions ͏ ͏ ͏͏ )

temptation crosses her mind prior but doesn’t act on it , cup in her hand aiding in uber - confident mood . there were no prying eyes or lingering ears that could tattle on femme’s actions , boosting excitement even more , careful with her steps while intoxication looms over her body . ❝ dance with me , ❞ opts for an automatic approval as hand already takes hold of the other’s , fingers quick to intertwine themselves as well , ❝ i saw you staring so i thought i'd save us the little game here , ❞ is sure to wrap their arms around her to eliminate any hesitation , already closing in on the space between them , ❝ . . — and you smell really , really good . ❞

[takeurpickindie]

reply for @gctawaygirl from here

liberty looked at zara and she too missed being out in public with her, even though that terrified her as well. "babe, i... do we really need to have this discussion right now?" she wondered as her mind was still preoccupied with having to leave soon. she couldn't be late, her father would be so angry. "i know that you want more, and i do too. i really do. let's... can we... just postpone this conversation?" she wondered, not really sure whether she wanted to ever finish this conversation. she wasn't sure she could give zara what she deserved, she was terrified of her life imploding...

[intoxfolklorex]

open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please do not like my starters.)

It was rare now that Zara got to do something for herself. If she wasn’t controlling one narrative she was putting off creating another. The people that she did spend her free time with were the ones that really got her and now being at a house party it felt like the only place everything could be off her shoulders. And that was where she caught his eye. If she was honest she had been avoiding him since their argument a few weeks earlier and now took a deep sip of her champagne as he came over to her. “Hi.” The blonde had a forced smile on her face as she found herself properly face to face with him. “I really don't want to fight today. This is supposed to be a fundraiser."

[gctawaygirl]

Closed Starter : @storyofwhoiam ( Amy ) - requested a starter Muse : Zara Wilder (27, lesbian, primary school teacher) Plot : Send “🎲” (or “dice”) for me to randomize the following settings and write a starter - grungy motel room

The drive to visit Zara's parents have taken longer than intended. They were supposed to arrive before midnight but they had two hours to go and it was well after that time. Traffic had been the cause of that. They had decided to stop at a motel for the night and travel early in the morning. She gingerly sat down on the bed and sighed, "It's not too bad. I mean it could be worse if you don't think about turning on a black light in the room," she joked to the other woman.

[st4rburster]

" so, what ... you really expect me to trust you after everything you've done ? " she scoffed, " after everything you put me through? " / @vvhimsicals

[supercutts]

          approximately  two  hours  have  passed  since  zara  has  sat  down  at  the  dining  table  and  gotten  to  work,  an  explosion  of  art  supplies  covering  the  marble  surface  while  she  paints  a  styrofoam  ball  with  cheap  tempura  paint.  the  kids  are  asleep,  parents  still  out,  and  of  course  she  couldn't  say  no  to  her  boss'  request  of  helping  out  on  a  fourth  grade  science  project  that's  due  tomorrow.  she  didn't  expect  anything  less  from  a  parent  who  pays  probably  a  college  tuition's  worth  of  money  for  their  children's  private  education,  but  the  seemingly  simple  fourth  grade  science  project  proved  to  be  more  time-consuming  than  she'd  imagined.  her  frustration  simmers,  bordering  on  an  impending  tantrum  of  her  own,  when  she  notices  yet  another  paint  stain  on  her  brand  new  jeans  (  which  she  waited  weeks  for  to  finally  go  on  sale  and  still  had  to  fight  off  buyer's  remorse  after  purchasing  ).  just  as  she's  about  to  give  up  for  the  night,  her  almost  -  outburst  is  interrupted  by  the  sound  of  the  opening  front  door.  ❛  oh  —-  hey.  you're  home  late,  ❜  she  greets  the  familiar  face  with  forced  politeness.  partially  distracted  by  the  task  at  hand,  and  partially  attempting  to  not  make  things  so  damn  awkward.  ❛  there's  leftover  pasta  in  the  fridge  if  you  want  any.  ❜ @oldspoet

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @honeyedblossom ( sloane & zara ! )

Sloane Montgomery had never worked a day in her life. She'd never had to, past the odd modelling gig she did for kicks. However, with her parents cutting her off, and her savings desperately dwindling, her sister had very firmly told her she needed to get a job. Unlike Vivian, however, Sloane didn't have a fancy degree. Or much skills, she thought to herself bitterly. Plus, she came with a rather attractive, yet surly looking bodyguard.

Still, by some miracle, someone had hired her. Reception work she could do, used to plastering a smile on her lips and being polite to anyone --- even if sometimes it was through gritted teeth. She'd only been in the job and she was finally getting used to it. Or at least, so she thought. "Uh, shit," Escaped her lips as she pouted at the computer screen, staring blankly at it. Desperately, she glanced around, relief flooding through her as she spotted the other. "Zara! Right? Do you know how I reschedule someone's appointment again? I got shown but I haven't actually done one yet and I may have forgotten?"

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Open: m/f 25+ Connection: new neighbour who moved into the apartment next to her  Inspo: forth ‘apartment au’ dot point (x)

This was it. She’d had it, and as footsteps moved out of her front door and along the corridor, it seemed as though she was a woman out for blood. This was the third hour since they first started making noise, and she was reaching the end of her rope, so she found herself outside the stranger’s door, balled fist knocking on the wood firmly. 

As the door swung open, Zara caught sight of the other and there was a moment where she found herself surprised by her new neighbour’s attractive appearance, however she pulled herself together and got to the point quickly. “Hi. You don’t know me, but I live next door. I appreciate that this is totally a free country and all, but your apartment lines up right alongside my daughter’s room and if you can’t keep the noise down a little, then I’ll happily dump a screaming, sleep-deprived four year old on your couch to deal with.” 

There was a pause, and a slight wince, before she continued. “I’m sorry, that was rude and maybe a little harsh… But could you just… Please keep the noise down?”