#& 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿

[wistvale]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: ( m / f / nb / anyone. ) 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲: kailani pierce. influential music producer. ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀: upcoming artist, doubtful client. black muses suggested. ₊˚⊹♡

❛ okay, i think you're confused, babe. when i said i was going to make you a star, i never said overnight. there's a bit more that comes into play than that... ❜

[wildcstwinter]

open starter: @evermorehqsstart !!

" sooooooooooooo, not to like downplay the severity of people missing — that sucks, really — but . . . was cancelling our race this weekend necessary ?? i mean, not like any of the racers are missing. not any of the important ones, anyways. "

[crimsonsbled]

"  yes  ,  i  do  agree  —  "  shirei  began  ,  but  her  words  faltered  as  her  gaze  quickly  glanced  at  her  children  playing  by  the  fountain  .  "  jeyne  ,  please  tell  benjen  not  to  stray  too  close  to  the  water  ,  "  lady  stark  instructed  her  lady's  maid  ,  her  motherly  instincts  kicking  in  .  she  turned  back  to  her  companion  with  an  apologetic  smile  .  "  forgive  me  —  ,  "  she  mumbled  ,  hand  on  her  swollen  belly  .  "  he’s  fearless  as  a  wolf  pup,  that  one  .  and  lucky,  too  —  lucky  his  lady  mother  can  no  longer  chase  after  him  .  ”

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿   :   accepting  0   /  4  responses

[ronanzng]

— 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿.

where: somewhere around campus, between 11 and 2 pm who: open

yes, what happened at the end of last year was quite tragic. very serious, and very sad. but the thing is, ronan didn't really do serious and sad. it was all just becoming so depressing, and it was really harshing the vibe of a new year — the parties, the rushing, the fresh new faces... so of course, he was walking around campus on the very first day while people were moving in with a small, green water gun in his hand. he thought about filling it up with tequila and vodka and giving people 'shots', but that will be saved for the actual fun part of orientation week. instead, he was walking around and asking people questions — wrong answers will get sprayed.

"quick," he held the water gun up in front of the face of the nearest person to him. "what's 47 + 79?"

[gentlemanbandit]

‘  In  LA  for  the  holiday  weekend  and  then  back  home  to  Texas.  I  miss  my  house  and  my  kids  --  Spain  was  fun  but  it’s  good  to  be  back  in  the  states.  Maybe  a  well  deserved  break  is  in  my  future....I  always  say  that  and  then  I  can’t  seem  to  stick  by  my  plans.  Relaxation?  What  is  that  anyway?  ’    

╰             —           ✧             :        @cityofdreamsstarters​       ›

[mcrcurial]

where:  outside of joe’s grocery

lashes  flutter  shut  and  a  smartening  pain  greets  the  woman.  lisbet  steels  herself  in  place  momentarily,  palm  flattened  against  the  papery  surface  of  one  of  the  cardboard  boxes  she  had  ATTEMPTED  to  transfer  into  the  store  on  her  lonesome   —  a  task  that  had  proven  itself  to  be  FAR  more  difficult  than  she  had  initially  considered.  the  aching  in  her  muscles  is  entirely  overshadowed  by  her  apparent  inability  to  catch  her  breath   —  JESUS FUCK  —  her  chest  rises  and  expands  with  the  deepest  inhalation  she  can  muster.  just  before  liz  can  return  to  her  previous  toiling,  a  distant  figure  enters  her  line  of  sight.  with  no  further  consideration,  she’s  waving  after  their  attention.  ❝  HEY,  hey   —  excuse  me  !  mind  giving  me  a  hand  here  ?  these  boxes  are  uh  . .  WAY  heavier  than  i  thought.  ❞  she  admits  with  a  short  sight  &  and  perhaps  another  breath  of  air  wintery  air.  

[kittymcgreedy]

     Depois de Sheffield, Midtown era o lugar mais frequentado por Kitty. A livraria, a universidade e o hospital eram os três lugares que considerava sua segunda casa. Já o Midtown Square não passava de uma distração que ela ainda se permitia curtir de vez em quando já que ninguém a deixava esquecer que antes mesmo da inauguração da centésima loja, o Midtown Square já era o momento. Obviamente existiam lojas do agrado da McGreedy, mas ser social não era seu forte, tampouco diplomacia, e apenas por necessidade aprendeu a ser cortês com todos, por conta da posição do pai. Naquele momento, deixava o salão um pouco inconformada com o trabalho oferecido, não que fosse culpa dos atendentes sua genética não permitir que os cachos ficassem por mais tempo, mas isso não a impedia de andar emburrada balançando suas sacolas de compras nos dois braços. Para completar, unindo o inútil ao desagradável, viu de relance um segurança conhecido a distância, já percebendo que o mandaram para vigiá-la. Somente o ápice da frustração poderia tê-la levado a cutucar o ombro alheio, já com uma ideia de se livrar do homem se sua ideia fosse apoiada. “Com licença?” @richmondstarters​​

[theerapannyakul]

TAG DUMP !

[wistvale]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: ( m / f / nb / anyone. ) 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲: amber andersen. florist. ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

❛ okay– are you here to buy something or are you just gonna sit there and stand around? cause you're making me anxious as fuck. ❜

[wildcstwinter]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: @evermorehqsstart !! 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: the library

" , , , excuse me !! " phyllis called out , standing quickly from the chair behind the desk she was sat at in order to flag down the patron with a wave of her sweater-clad arm . there is a quick look over her shoulder , cobalts scanning the low lit room as if someone else were on duty to reprimand her for her volume . alas , she was the only one working today , and it wasn't like she was going to reprimand herself !!

still , lowering her voice to a whisper-shout ; " the library is closed . you'll have to come back tomorrow , i'm sorry !! "

[mapdrawn]

☾ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿

featuring☽ sloane majano, 21-26, actress ( thief ), bisexual. 

open to ☽ muses 21+

plot ☽ using a random dialogue prompt /can be inferred they are stealing something or the other person is in the wrong place/wrong time or maybe it’s just a joke statement from sloane

please read my rules & banned before replying ! ☽

she blinked at the sound, it would have startled her if sloane was the type of person who got startled. and she was turning the item over in her hand as she looked to the person she stood with as she finally spoke, “if we both just stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.” she said firmly, with finality. like she knew what she was dealing with and had the confidence to do it all no matter what.

[hwanhd]

❝ 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 ❞ ―☆ 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 / 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 ―☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼, 𝗵𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗼𝗽 ―☆ 𝘁𝘄: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

breath in, breath out. breath in, and out.

the four-seven-eight breathing technique should not be difficult for hwan but with how the recording room feels stuffy and almost auffocating, hwan cannot ground himself with his breath. he grips against the music stand to steady himself but his legs starts feeling wobbly and feels like he could pass out at any time.

the head of the artists and repertoire team seem to notice how unsteady hwan has become and calls in for a break and hwan struggles to mutter a 'thank you' for the time he's given. he grabs his sheet and his bottle of water, heading out to where the rooftop of the company is.

"why can't you do this, lee hwan." hwan scolds himself in his native language, slumping down against a wall as he sits on the ground. fishing out his earphones, he plugs it in and plays a meditative audio so he could try breathing again. but fails as he finds himself wheezing a bit. it's a struggle to say the least; biting his tears back as he digs his nails against his thigh to try and ground himself; to be brought back to reality with a little inflicting pain.

suddenly the memories of him looking at the common citizen commenting on his acting as a child resurfaces. it's been a while since he's had such flashback ever since being a trainee but every now and then when it does appear, it's hard for hwan to keep to himself and to make it worst, he has to go through the recording session for the demo he's been working on since they have longed delayed it and the a&r staff was more than generous to have spare his time for a trainee when he normally does not work with one.

"keep it together, hwan" the trainee mumbles to himself, curling his legs up and hugging it as he rest his forehead against his knee. breath in, breath out. "don't think about how much of a dissapoint you are to everyone." breath in. breath out. "you're better, i know you are" breath in and in. and in. and in.

hwan chokes on his unsteady breath, hands shuffling about to grip on the nearest object and before he realizes, someone enter the rooftop.

note ―☆ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿.

[crimsonsbled]

the  storm  was  merciless  .  no  one  was  spared  from  the  strong  gusts  of  wind  that  battered  highgarden's  walls  .  everything  in  alysane's  room  had  been  knocked  over  .  as  she  and  her  lady  prepared  to  flee  ,  a  fierce  gust  sent  the  iron  coronas  the  hung  above  her  chambers  crashing  down  .  her  maid  pushed  her  aside  ,  only  to  be  struck  herself  .  it  was  a  risk  to  rush  outside  in  the  rain  and  chaos  ,  but  alysane  felt  she  had  no  choice  .  as  she  wandered  through  the  dark  hallways  ,  she  sensed  someone  approaching.  alysane  froze  ,  holding  her  breath  and  silently  pleading  with  the  gods  .  "  p  —  please  ,  s  —  spare  me  .  i  —  i  mean  no  harm  .  my  —  my  maid  needs  help  .  "  this  stranger  could  be  a  friend  or  a  threat,  but  desperation  overruled  fear.

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿     :  accepting  0  /  5  more  replies.   

[vedettemedici]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 — @monarchstart​

Vedette had just finished working the overnight shift at member’s only. the sunlight made her wince as she finally stepped out from the club, unaware of the time but knowing it had to be early considering the sun had appeared to have just risen. she used the back of her car to change into bralette and a pair of sweatpants, knowing she wouldn’t want to run around doing errands in the revealing outfit she had to wear to work. her first stop of the day was grounded of course, her head was violently pounding from the lack of both food and caffeine that was in her body so she made her way over to the place that seemed to be a monarch favorite. as she got out of her car she was deeply buried in the world of her phone, so much so that she didn’t notice someone walking out of the coffee shop just as she was heading in. their bodies instantly collided, causing a cup of hot coffee to spill all over her chest “merde! oh my god...” the french curse flew from her mouth, “that was completely my fault, i’m so sorry” vedette said, chuckling as she looked down at her now stained shirt and red tinted chest. “i guess that is one way to say good morning” the girl joked.

[ollieblair]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 — @monarchstart​

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻— the street tbh 

A loud scream fell from ollie’s mouth as her skin slapped against he pavement, her hand instantly reaching to grip her now throbbing ankle. “Fuck!” she groaned, trying to fight the tears that were welling in her eyes while she stayed partially laid out on the sidewalk. It was stupid really—she was running across the street, trying to catch the light before the red hand flashed up on the pedestrian sign and in all her rush she didn’t bother to be weary of the curb in her path, causing her to tumble down and twist her ankle in the process. a frown settled on her face as she felt the pain in her ankle grow worse and worse, and even more so when she noticed the small heel on her shoe was broken. “Hey, do you think you could help me?” She called out, noticing someone walking down the street towards the pavement she was now embarrassingly stuck on.

[noelmatthews]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 — @monarchstart

a hand frantically rattled through her tote bag as noel scrambled to find her wallet. she was stood at the check out kiosk at trader joe’s hoping to purchase a pre-made salad, a sparkling lemonade and a little bag of chocolate-peanut butter cups before she realized she had forgotten her wallet. “i swear it was in her just a moment ago” she mumbled, only to be met with the eye roll of the unimpressed cashier stood on the other side of the register. on any other day she would have just used apple pay or opted for the cash but since she had moved countries so recently she hadn’t had the chance to go to the bank and sort all of that out. her face grew red with embarrassment as she turned to face the person behind her, swallowing her pride before opening her mouth. “do you think you could buy this for me? i swear i’m usually not this much of an idiot but it seems i’ve misplaced my wallet” noel said, a nervous laugh coming from her lips as she looked at them. “i can pay you back of course, i guess i’ve just got shit luck today” she joked, an expression reminiscent of that of a lost puppy written across her face.