#c: open starters

[tuncayacelik]

who: open (2/5)

where: primose lake

Up to his ankles in water, Tuncay watches his company with a scowl on his features that could scare the devil away. He was stuck, or at least, his foot was stuck in mucky bottom of the lake and he was irritated by the fact that he could design and build buildings but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how to get his own foot unstuck. "No, what? I'm not scared of mythological sea creatures, what are you talking about? I just don't appreciate you setting me up and then not offering to help me. Please," He nearly begs, amusement written underneath the playful dramatics. "It's cold."

[warncdandwiles]

open

there's still speckles of cement on his wrists and ankles. Maybe - maybe they'll never scrub off, he doesn't know. Every little noise, every creak, every litter-bug skitter is making him jump.

his teeth are chattering, and his fingers won't stop shaking, but he somehow manages to get the bullets into the chamber. An old dusk jacket thrown over his shoulders does little to change his appearance, but it was the only thing he could grab.

Another noise, like a breath, or a footstep? He spins around, pointing the pistol, trembling all over. The lightbulb in this old motel's hallway creaks left to right.

"Wh-who's there?"

[ancmalous]

open to: f / femme nb, 21+ muse: adam smith. 24. he/him. heterosexual. mechanical engineering student. (revamp muse) connection/plot: adam and your muse (or her/their friend) live in a house share near college. he's only really around for house parties, but otherwise sticks to himself. his usual company includes random people walking in with broken electronics for him to fix (his side hustle). just so happens today your muse's phone is busted.

adam  barely  moved  an  inch  once  the  knock  echoed  off  his  door.  he  knew  her  by  her  step,  even  if  that  step  usually  walked  right  past  him.  "what  you  want?"  his  brows  rose  at  the  frame  near  barely-opened  door,  his  words  not  rude  just...tired,  high.  he'd  gestured  for  her  to  come  in,  offered  what  was  left  of  his  joint  as  his  focus  shifted  on  the  messed  up  phone.  "i'm  guessin'  you  already  tried  the  church  but  they  were  all  out  of  miracles?"  he  could  fix  it.  maybe.  good  way  to  finally  get  his  number  in  there  too.  "how'd  you  fuck  it  up  anyway?"

[dcrkenedsin]

BASED ON: G.od of War by R.ina K.ent. My muse has been in a bad accident that has cost her the last two years of her memory. When she wakes up in the hospital, it's to find your muse sitting next to her and the revelation that they're married. Only, last she remembers, they absolutely hated each other's guts. Now, they're back to square one. OPEN TO: M. Possible connections are best friend's brother, brother's best friend, family friend, etc. Bonus points for mafia connections. Someone controlling and who Millie had a crush on when she was younger, only for your muse to have broken her heart. Lots of pushing and pulling, yearning, and angry, passionate sex.

"MARRIED?" Millie echoes in disbelief, staring at the figure standing beside her bed, who she still wasn't entirely convinced wasn't a figment of her imagination. It was a hard enough pill to swallow that she'd been in some sort of accident that had ripped the last two years from her head, but to learn that somehow in that time she had married him? Hell must have frozen over. That, or she hadn't fully recovered from whatever drugs they must have pumped her system with. The thumping pain in her head and the ache throughout her body told her she was very much awake, however. Why would she possibly marry him? While yes, when she was young and naive, she'd been insanely in love with the idea of him, and the child in her heart was momentarily rejoicing at this new information, he had cruelly stomped on her heart and made it very clear he saw her as a child, spoiled, and a neusance, at that. So why would he marry her? "This is a sick joke, even for you."

[tanvimvshra]

WHO: Open Starter (2/3) WHERE: Paradise Point Resort & Spa

Anyone who knew Tanvi knew that while she liked to keep up appearances where her wardrobe was concerned, you’d be hard pressed to ever find her at the spa. Sure, she loved a good pedicure as much as the next person, but everything else? Count her out. Facials and manicures required too much trust in strangers while you were in a vulnerable position and if she wanted to sit naked in a hot room full of steam she’d just forget to turn the fan on in the bathroom when she took a shower. However, she’d been hired to look in to one of the masseurs in regards to yet another cheating case, and while she hadn’t wanted to go into the proverbial lion’s den, there she found herself- in a comfy robe and slippers, following a man down a way too well lit hallway for the little amount of clothes she was currently wearing.

However, her surveillance was quickly nearly derailed as the man she'd been following turned stopped walking and looked like he was about to turn around. In a blind panic (she couldn't be caught again), the private investigator quickly turned around and booked it best she could in the opposite direction. She'd dropped her phone- which she'd been using to film- and cursed rather loudly, now having to make the decision to go back for the device or to leave it. But Tanvi couldn't let her phone with way too much footage of this man's life land in his hands, so she really had no choice.

Letting out an annoyed (with herself, of course) sigh, she came sliding to a stop and turned back around to retrieve the purple iPhone, only to come face to face with someone she hadn't noticed before. "Oh uh, hi?" She offered with a bit of a grin. "These robes are so soft, aren't they?"

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to Tops

Coming home to find one of Benji’s friends settled in their living room had not been what Joseph had been expecting. Especially because his son had failed to warn him they’d be having company, and especially especially because he knew his son would be late coming home from his internship that night. 

“Benji didn’t tell me you would be here,�� he said in lieu of greeting as he hung up his jacket. “He’s not going to be home until late either. But you’re welcome to continue making yourself at home.” He never minded when Benji’s friends were at their house. He just…usually preferred his son give him a little forewarning.

“Are you staying the night, or just waiting for Benji to get home?”

[toothxandxclaw]

Open to M/F/NB Plot: Arun and Y/M slept together for the first time then he woke up in the middle of the night from a premonition of your muse’s death. Your muse can know he’s a werewolf and psychic or not.

It happened…every time he slept with someone for the first time. And sometimes when it wasn’t their first time together. But always the first time. Knowing they were coming didn’t make his premonitions any easier. They’d had a lovely night together. A nice dinner date, then they came back to his for a movie, one thing had led to another and they’d wound up in his bed. Oh and the other was stunning. He’d been smitten before, but having them in his bed…he was going to crave them now, he was sure. But as they’d settled in to each other’s arms for the night, that wave of dread washed through him, making his hair stand on end and his heart rate spike. It was always the symptom before the inevitable premonition. Watching the person he adored dying was never easy. Sometimes it was a mugging or a car accident. Sometimes he didn’t see specifics. Tonight it was blood and screaming and crying and flashes of slash wounds. All the culminated in him bolting upright with a start, a cold sweat on his skin and a hand immediately reaching out for his partner to assure himself they were okay right now.

“I- Sorry. Just a- just a bad dream. I’m all right,” he murmured.

[wonderdxeamland]

"Do I get a tattoo or not?" He's debating it.

[doeeyedgilbert]

♡ . . . ┊ open STARTER to mutuals and non mutuals. oc & canon friendly. ✐ . . . ┊ open to pre-established connections or not. i have no preference!

was this a dangerous game elena was daring to play? yes, certainly without a doubt. considering it could fail in an instant and go entirely south. but the risk was dire to get the charm off their neck and into her palm for stefan's safety– the one she was doing this for while he was too weak and this was the only plan LEFT. the curly haired brunette shrugged, sauntering around, having to swallow her good girl manners & stick with the charade no matter how difficult it was to parade around in katherine's heels and personality, "what do you mean? i'm katherine pierce. just as you said.. now give me it, that little necklace you're wearing or i'll have to do it my way."

[held-heart]

OPEN STARTER // NORA CORDERO

Plot: You have agreed to play Nora's fake boyfriend at an event thrown by her older brother - she knew she would have to do something to stop the constant questions and judgments of 'You're alone again, oh no still haven't found a guy yet?'

"Have you always been this good of a friend?" Nora managed as she pulled into her brother's driveway. An eye rolled followed. "Thank you for agreeing to help me with this. If Mik and Dimi ask me another question about my lack of boyfriend or husband I'll throw something..."

[marisola]

open   to   m   /   nb   ,

“   i   see   the   way   you   look   at   her   ,   you   know   ?   i'd   rather   you   just   tell   me   the   truth   .   if   you   like   her   ,   tell   me   .   ”

[warncdandwiles]

open

Thanks to her, the kitchen's deserted. No waitstaff, no bus boys, no dishwasher.

Ken is out. Ken's on a job but he'll be back soon. She needs to fix this before he does. That's why she planned it for tonight. She fumbled it. She managed to screw things up again.

Her breath is shaking and the edges of her vision are blurry. It can't be from the injury, it's not that bad. Panic. That has to be hit. Her living heart, pounding. The duct-tape around her right hand makes it into a stump, but she couldn't think of anything else.

She lights the stove. Drags open the utensil drawer and starts looking for anything that may help.

"Come on, come on..."

[jalabharmooton]

what: open starter where: the reach event

The scent of crushed mint and warm stone clung to the air in Highgarden’s upper court, where fountains whispered and butterflies floated lazily through shafts of morning light. There were no banners flaring, no horns blaring—just the hum of strategy disguised as civility, ideas wrapped in sweet wine and rose-scented diplomacy.

Jalabhar Mooton stood beneath the arch of a marble arbor, wine cup cradled loosely in one hand, his other resting lightly atop the pommel of his walking stick—not for need, but for style. He wore rich burgundy, white-gold thread curling like rivers across his chest and cuffs, dark silk trousers tucked into polished boots.

His eyes were moving constantly—watching, not just looking. He noted who entered the courtyard, who avoided whom, who drank too quickly, and who smiled too long. Beneath the surface of progress and peace, he could feel it—ambition with teeth. And he liked it. This was the battlefield he craved.

"Funny thing about peace," he murmured, more to the air than to anyone present. "Folk tend to forget it’s just another kind of game. Quieter, aye—but the stakes? Still sharp."

[dcrkenedsin]

Open to: anyone. age gaps welcome. Plot: Millie has the hots for her professor and purposefully flunks her exam so she can get her professor's attention. Open to anything as long as it ends up with her bent over the desk Kinks.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” Millie inquired after knocking on the classroom door, her tone and expression innocent despite knowing exactly what the topic of their conversation would be. She’d done everything in her power to get her professor’s attention; sitting front row, wearing shorter skirts and low cut tops, but this time, she’d gone out of her way to purposely fail their most recent exam, even though she was usually one of the better students and she most certainly knew the answers. But she was hoping to be called after class to speak about her grade so she could be alone with them, even if for a little bit, and it meant she was being scolded.

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to Tops Potential Relations: Crush, Friend, Bestie's(Serena) Friend/Brother/Relative, Brother's Friend, Just Met (No incest, otherwise, go nuts)

"I- what?" James glanced up, spying the mistletoe dangling above them, and immediately he turned a bit sheepish and pink. Serena convincing him to come to this Christmas party had already been a lot with so many people he only sort of knew or didn't know at all. Add this?

"You, uh... Obviously you don't have to kiss me," he said, managing a somewhat strained, awkward laugh. The last thing he wanted was for the other to feel obligated for something as silly as mistletoe.

[ancmalous]

open to: f / m/ nb, 21+ muse: tanya jones. 22. she/her. bisexual. political science student. (test muse) connection/plot: y/m  (friend,  sibling,  roommate,  crush  utp),  is  being  disrespected/bullied  by  someone  close  to  them  (friend,  s/o,  colleague,  classmate  utp)  and  tanya  is  trying  to  get  to  the  bottom  of  it.

"no,  no  because  we're  gonna  talk  about  it  --  gimme  that  --"  she  snatched  the  remote  out  of  their  hands,  her  tone  reflective  of  the  frustration  even  if  she  tried  her  best  to  maintain  some  sense  of  composure.  "you're  letting  this  person  treat  you  like  shit,  and  for  what?  there  is  no  one,  and  i  mean  no  one  out  there  hot  enough  to  justify  you  tolerating  even  a  modicum  of  fucking  disrespect.  not  once,  let  alone  three  fucking  times.  look  at  me  --"  she  insisted  on  their  gaze,  reaching  out  for  their  hand.  "i  love  you,  alright?  i  do.  so  what's  this  asshole  got  on  you?"