#open starters

[sincityszn]

open: f | mutuals and non-mutuals muse: kaleb barlow | 21-26 | professional hockey player connection: assume anything!

"I can’t not want you."

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[devsmuses]

connection; casual romantic partner. maybe they were friends before they began hooking up to make this more painful. they agreed to keep things casual, but it doesn't feel casual the way he holds ezra nearly every other night. your muse has casually brought up the fact they're sleeping with someone else and ezra clearly is taken aback by this.

sure, when they'd first taken their friendship from simply platonic to a sexual relationship they'd agree to keep this as casual as possible, but truthfully, they were idiots for thinking that was at all possible. ezra felt as if the room ceased oxygen and he simply froze in the moment. he swallowed thickly due to his suddenly dry mouth and looked over at them with glassy eyes "why are you telling me this?" this was something friends spoke about, but it didn't feel fair. his expression was almost angry, but mostly filled with a look of sheer despair.

#ezra threads! #also ezra is gay so male or nb muses only pls #open starters #hmu if you wanna plot this out a bit more #indie rp #gay indie rp

[cherrysugcr]

open to penelope featherington inspired muses bc i'm terrible but need to do this for my own pleasure inspo is obviously this

Louis had returned from his travels many days ago had not seen the woman he considered a confidante until today. Even so she wasn't here to see him but instead his younger sister who was her closest friend. "I wrote to you several times with no response, I was worried something had happened to you." He whispered as he stepped closer to them. "If I'm being honest, I missed you quite a good deal. I have half a mind to ask why you've been so distant. Have you been well?"

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[loveaffairxc]

plot: a soldier returns home from the war, only to discover a devastating truth - his wife was led to believe he had perished. years passed, and she rebuilt her life, unaware that he was alive. the soldier, haunted by the love he never lost, silently observes her from afar, fearful of the overwhelming shock it would bring if he were to confront her directly.

note: closed for now/ don't accept new starters

Frank, a hidden figure in his own home, would quietly slip by the window to steal glimpses of his wife. after a few months, he discovered that 8 PM was the perfect time for discreet observation. during that hour, she usually sat with her back turned while having dinner. a mere sight of her hair brought him satisfaction, though sometimes he dared to try and see her face better, but it was always such a risky move.

through the support of the G.I. Bill, he secured a cozy apartment close to his home and his wife, nestled in the familiar confines of their small town. upon arrival, a friend advised

"you're a free man now, you could go anywhere, do anything."

frank sighed, his words suggested that meeting his wife might burden her heart, it would be too much of a shock, a cost not worth paying.

"you ever been in love?" he asked him.

"yeah"

frank couldn't bring himself to do it, unable to cut her out of his life just like that. she was his anchor, the one who helped him through the chaos of war. without her, he was lost. he waited too long to tell her, his fear only growing bigger like a wildfire as years passed. he shook his head, not believing his friend for a minute.

"no you haven't"

two years passed and it was now Christmas; he got drunk in a pub with strangers and upon returning home, he gazed upon her, the snow cascading onto his trenchcoat as he peered through the familiar window that framed the living room. it was time to let her know he was alive and well. his decision took the form of a heartfelt letter, left at her doorstep like an unspoken serenade. but reality cut him like a knife. she was slow dancing with another man, the fireplace casting a warm glow, and an impressively tall Christmas tree adorned solely in white. an angel ornament crowned the tree, the color white - his favorite color. it stirred thoughts about whether her choice was intentional or perhaps influenced by this new man's preferences. the notion crossed his mind that she might have absorbed his tastes, her own preferences shifting unwittingly. it was as though he had faded into the background of her world, their shared world succumbing into the subconscious part of her psychee. the man held her close, a serene smile exchanged between them, they looked...at peace. Frank felt as if his world was at war all over again.

he placed the letter at her doorstep and began to withdraw, but he changed his mind all over again. things were different now. she was happy. she moved on. it felt too cruel to let her know he was still alive and well. a part of him felt so hurt and angry he wanted to end her fairytale, to see her and this man fight then break up. but he knew he had to do the right thing. he retrieved the letter, his fingers curling around it just as a sudden noise startled him.

@indiestarter

#open starter #open starters #indie starter #u can go wherever u want with it #frank x esther

[modcrnspirits]

CLOSED! more work. muse: fatin mac cumhaill. plot: your muse (m/nb/ftm) has an internship on fatin's office because of his family (can be t*boo if you want) but he is just screwing around and fatin has lost his patience.

"what am i going to do with you?" Fatin leaned against his table. he had just made his way back from the court and he expected to find his new intern working on the files he had left piled on his table. the piles were still there, the phone marked quite a few calls that were not answered, and the intern? at that time, he was just sleeping on the leather couch he had left for visitors. "three times in a row. now, you're lucky to be here. not really, i know. but come on." he sighed. this day just couldn't get worse. no, it wouldn't. "you want a new chance? fine." Fatin unzipped his trousers, throwing the tie he wore over his shoulder as he pulled his cock out. "i will just add a new thing on your contract. small lines and all. if you want to stay, you'll be my personal c*mdump."

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[burdenedwithfaith]

Open Starter - Sleeping In

The church was quiet, as it usually was on a weekday afternoon. John preferred it that way. Yes, he enjoyed visits from the congregation, be it for confessions or advice or general conversation, but he also enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with paperwork, or organisation. The more tedious parts of the job that people often forgot about. After all, the more work he completed during his official duty hours, the less he had to worry about taking home.

Having taken care of the day's mail, responding to the more pressing issues first, John found himself with a spare moment to enjoy some reading. Unfortunately, fatigue would get the best of him.

John would be found in his office, the door wide open, his tall form slumped across the couch beside his desk. Asleep. Legs hung over one arm of the couch, as his head nestled in the cushions at the other end, supported by an arm tucked behind his neck. His other arm had slipped off the couch, hanging limp beside him, his hand still very lightly clutching the book he had been reading. A book on the occult.

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[mischiefandnightmares]

David (Open Starter)

A soft raspy chuckle came from the darkness, "What's a tasty little thing like you doing out here so late?" David snickered. The Vampire took a small step out from under the shadow of the boardwalk, flashing the stranger a dangerous grin. "The boardwalk isn't exactly the safest place after dark." he said in a teasing tone. The creature could hardly help himself, he loved to toy with his prey.

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[fircmblcm]

new love! open: any. muse: byleth eisner. plot: “modern”!verse. being a god/dragon that went through a terrible war, Byleth goes into a deep slumber before corrupting himself and turning mad and evil. they wake up centuries later in modern (albeit magical slash-and-sword) times. They are alone and getting used to it, and as story like this always go, they end up meeting your muse, who is a hero/royal/important person to the future of the world. Sparks fly, especially because your muse does things to Byleth that make him almost addicted. possible k*nks: dom/sub - master/slave relationship; power dynamics; breeding; armpit worship; cock worship; etc.

The noise outside of the enormous window Byleth was looking out of was the thing that distracted him the most. Centuries ago, cities were busy but not this loud. And he was so high. Castles were buildings that reached for the clouds now. Naked, Byleth stood by it, watching the word with eyes full of curiosity. Just yesteday, he had been to a Museum - this open building where people went to see pictures and objects that a long time ago were mostly reserved for nobility. In one of the paintings, he saw himself depicted: the old savior that played such an important role on an almost forgotten war. He was painted as if he was a god. And despite knowing he was, in a way, it still made him feel things. 

Byleth sighed by the window. The thoughts drift away as he heard the footsteps coming. Immediately, the feelings turned into something more substantial: his cock twitched and started to wake up even before the other man had arrived behind him. When he felt the warm breath on his neck, he sighed again. It took him some self control to not simply bend over. “I’m not much of a sleeper when I don#t fall into a slumber.” This was supposed to be a joke. Byleth was terrible with jokes, he always lost the moment. “And I see you’re fully awake already.” He reached a hand back and he felt the hardness of the other’s cock. Why did he like that feeling so much?

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[pomegrnate]

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#reposting this since i have new mutuals #anyway open also for non mutuals! #open starter #open starters #rp indie #also my non english folks #open rp

[midnightxmuses]

do not like my starters

open for mutuals and non-mutuals | open for m |  | dallas hudson | 32 | father of her son??? (he left her when she was pregnant, didn’t want anything to do with her son)

just as dallas was getting her son ready, she heard a knock on the door. with furrowed brows, she made her way down the stairs. once at the door, she unlocked it before pulling it open, only to see the father of her child. “what the hell?”

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[elyrianinspo]

"sometimes your brain will lie to you and tell you bad stuff, but it's not true. it's never as bad as it seems."

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[sincityszn]

open: m | mutuals and non-mutuals muse: blake waldorf | 30-40 | principal connection: assume anything!

"this is the third time this week that you've been sent to my office, what is going on with you?"

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[psicdani]

this is a open starter!

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Todo final de turno era sempre a mesma coisa, Leblanc ajeitava suas anotações antes te tranca-las na gaveta, soltava as amarras dos saltos para ficar descalça e sentir um pouco do chão gelado nos pés, servia um pouco de vinho para si e terminava suas analises. Tantas histórias complexas, tantas expectativas colocadas sobre aquelas garotas, que ela mal conseguia processar as informações. Sentia-se sufocada e era parte do processo. Sempre que começava a escrever suas observações, começava a viajar naquelas histórias, a se afundava naquele universo. Era como se sua mente fosse ao local, e ela fizesse parte do cenário, soubesse as decorações, se movesse junto com os outros corpos e conhecesse as vozes, que era sua parte favorita. Mal tinha começado a escrever e já estava viajando, tanto que nem notou as batidas em sua porta e só voltou a si quando a mesma se abriu. — desculpe já encerrei as atividades por hoje. Mas podemos marcar algo no primeiro horário amanhã — disse de forma mecânica enquanto terminava de rabiscar algo em seu bloco de anotações, erguendo o olhar logo em seguida para se deparar muse — bem, mas se estiver precisando muito, podemos abrir uma exceção. Sente-se.

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Era normal que depois de um dia cansativo de sessões e muitas histórias, Danielle tomasse alguns drinques. Não é que ela encontrasse refugio no álcool, afinal ela era uma profissional e sabia que isso não seria nenhum pouco saudável. Mas se considerava uma entusiasta do álcool, e nada melhor do que uma mesa de bar para ouvir boas conversas sem precisar necessariamente analisa-las. E lá estava ela sentada em uma das mesas ao fundo, passando a ponta do dedo na boca do copo enquanto se concentrava para ouvir os sussurros ao seu redor. Foi quando sem querer, percebeu a conversa de muse, um daqueles rostos que conhecera nos corredores do castelo, mas que não tivera a chance de aprofundar qualquer conversa. Diante disso, Danielle deu um ultimo gole no copo que tinha em mãos e se direcionou ao outro, invadindo seu dialogo. — se me permite, vou ter que discordar de vossa graça nisso. Não acho que os rapazes estejam tão bêbados assim para errarem o alvo. —, o riso travesso aparecia em seus lábios, a língua enfiando-se entre os dentes enquanto sua mente maquinava algo divertido, — o que acha de uma aposta?

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[cherrysugcr]

open starter - m/f/nb inspo: our muses are having an argument and for some reason arlo gets aroused and is denying it (it's something about being yelled at, plz embarrass him or embrace it or both) connection: co-workers, exes, romantic partners, strangers etc.

"Can you please just stop for one minute," Arlo pleads doing his best to stop his body from responding in this very confusing manner for him. Right now he's very grateful to have a barrier between them so the other can't see what's happening below the waist. Whether it's the tone of their voice or what he's not sure but he can feel his cock throbbing with a need he's rarely experienced in his adult life. Involuntarily his hands move to cover his crotch, crossing his legs anything to prevent the other from embarrassing him about this unfortunate turn of events.

#indie smut rp #open starters #starters:arlo

[loveaffairxc]

Open to: f

Muse: Andrew Smith (28, bomber pilot in the United States Navy)

Connections: wife, lover, bestfriend, platonic rship ...

wishlist: a thread where each reply is a letter, signed and dated and everything. it could either be really long ones written over a long period or short telegrams. @indiestarter

April 11th, 1943

Well we have had a time today, the General is coming tomorrow to give us an inspection and we have been washing windows…. We have to form here at the huts and march about 4 hours until the General inspects each man. Boy who ever heard of such a mess in a combat zone, what a war. What a place. Go out one day and risk your tail and come back and have inspection to see if all your buttons are buttoned.

But there was a moment today that I won't soon forget. We had a brief respite from the madness, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted off our shoulders. We gathered in the makeshift courtyard, and then, out of nowhere, this scruffy little mutt appeared, tail wagging and tongue lolling, as if he knew exactly what we needed. He bounded over to us, his presence bringing a much-needed spark of joy to our weary souls. We named him Keller, after the famous service dog who's been making headlines back home. I couldn't help but laugh as Keller darted between us, his antics bringing smiles to faces that hadn't seen much to smile about lately. And then, before I knew it, he was at my feet, looking up at me with those soulful eyes as if to say, "Come on, soldier, let's dance!" So there we were, Keller and I, twirling around in the dusty courtyard, the strains of laughter filling the air. It had been so long since I've heard that sound.

I wish you could have been there to witness it. I miss your laugh too. More than anything in the world. Please, do tell me about your day. I yearn to know every detail, every fleeting moment that fills your time.

With all my love,

A

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[modcrnspirits]

open starter! size matters muse: flynn mac cumhaill. plot: your muse is trying to break into the industry and everyone seems to love him but flynn is getting slightly jealous of the attention and he is about to measure their... potential. possible k*nks: (these are examples, feel free to take them out or add some new ones) size difference, humiliation (can be done by flynn or to flynn), dirty talking, exhibitionism, muscle worship, foot play, etc.

As one of the owners of the studio, all the new models had to pass by his approval. Flynn loved that part of the job. Truth was, he always felt he was better as the model in front of the cameras, be it on the porn movies his studio made or over the fashion magazines and stuff. Still, he had his own business and he liked to see it thrive so new models whose face would be in all screens around the world? Well, seal of approval required. And as Flynn stood there, facing the new guy, his eyes went up and down, taking in every inch of detail he could, including on that inviting, lovely bulge in the shorts he wore. "So- I know you probably got asked this a lot recently, but, hm, how big it is, really?"

Flynn had already heard about the epic thing. Some of the words used to describe the new model's tool ranged from majestic to divine. No one was called divine, no one except him! He stood upright, flexing his muscle as his eyes were fixed on that prize. "They said the only one you could be partnered with is me. Because of your talents. So this is your test, friend. How big it is?"

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