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crime plots part 3: (part one | part two)

tw: drugs, guns, mention of murder, etc.

two people who are drug dealers, but together! they run a successful business and besides being colleagues, they are also highly in love with each another.

a group plot kinda based on baby driver where a bunch of criminals are brought together for robberies, or anything really, and splitting the money in the end. they all know each other because they worked together before or just met somewhere down the line and they all have different talents and connections (friendships, love, exes or rivals). the team usually changes depending on the job, but the boss think this particular team works well so it becomes a consistent. they work different together on cases, things go wrong and sometimes it goes really well. this can go many ways! hook-ups, break-ups, arguments, saving each other’s lives, almost getting caught, etc!

a world infamous hacker is known for their ways that are impossible to crack. their activities could vary from hacking notorious businesses to darker stuff like having their own cyber criminal organization or working with the most dangerous people in the world. either way no one knows who they truly are, until the hacker gets hacked and receives voice/video calls or even a package or a visit to their house! from there on things could go either way: working together, threatening to expose one another, wanting to learn from one another… bonus: after a while they fall in love but it’s long distance so what they do is they hack into each other’s phones and toy with each others lives bc they have no idea what privacy is and omg imagine the angst!

i’m a gangleader and you’re a rookie trying to prove themselves and i have a soft spot for you because you’re cute, so i help you out. i teach you things and bring you along to places just so i can have your back. and people in the gang start talking shit, but i get highly defensive and if anyone else tries to make a move on you i might lose it. plot twist: i get injured and you’re taking care of me.

we’re both part of a different crime family and to settle the decade old war we are forced to marry each other. but we spent our entire life hating each other because people that we cared got killed because of this war and for years i was under protection so i could never do what i wanted because of you. now muse a is a little bit scared of muse b bc they’re just normal and muse b is a lot more involved in the industry, killed people and god knows what. muse a also had to break up with their previous partner because of the arranged marriage. and let’s be real, this was never meant to last and at some point they’re starting to cheat on each other and that’s when the possessiveness begins and arguments turn into them slowly starting to care about each other.

i’m a stripper/prostitute working for you and honestly i don’t love doing this, but i need the money and it’s the only way to get close to you and i’m honestly breaking my own heart having to see you with other entertainers bc let’s be real, you barely know i exist

i work in the emergency room and you keep coming in with bullet/stab wounds and crazy stories about how you got them and i don’t believe you so i confront you one on one and tell you what i think is really going on here, you’re a criminal aren’t you?

someone close to me got killed and in order to find answers i dive into their world, only to find out they live a double life full of crime. no one knows i’m going undercover as an innocent rookie and i try to get close to the people involved to get answers. of course, i meet a love interest that either i get along with from the start and helps me with adjusting into this new life or it’s like an enemies to lovers sorta thing. only to realize after a while that it’s too late to go back to normal and now i’m the one that’s living the double life and as though that’s not enough, the answers i’ve been looking for are not what i expected them to be…

muse a is a detective in a murder investigation, they always give it their all, but this time they’re told to do so by all means necessary. a murder of someone ‘important’ or maybe an expected serial killer! muse b is an inmate charged with murder and they’re highly intelligent, very cooperative and their murder is just very similar to the one that just occurred. hence the reason muse b is asked to become the criminal consultant for a reduced sentence, helping muse a with their investigation because who can think like a criminal better than a criminal? optional: muse b is sending help from the outside world to help with the investigation there too (and protect the detective!)

i’m rich as shit and when they say you don’t become this rich by being an good person — they’re right. a lot of it is drug money (or something else?) and it’s a secret i’m planning on bringing to my grave until one day my house keeper/pool boy/gardener/??? overhears one of my phone calls and instead of them taking the hush money to keep this between us, they want to go on a date.

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MADELYN CLINE. Aro Swimwear.

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SYDNEY SWEENEY bts

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Oscar Isaac as Duke Leto Atreides DUNE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve 

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Adrian Navarro

Age: 43

Titles: High Prince of Emberreach; Keeper of the Crimson Accord

Appearance: Adrian commands attention with his regal bearing and an aura of quiet strength. His dark, wavy hair, streaked with silver, is always neatly styled, and his expressive brown eyes seem to hold countless unspoken stories. His warm olive skin and a perpetually rugged five o'clock shadow lend him an approachable yet authoritative charm. Adrian’s royal attire reflects both his power and his connection to Emberreach: robes in crimson and gold, accented by a phoenix sigil, paired with a finely crafted sword at his side.

Physical Description

Face: Adrian has a broad, defined face with high cheekbones, a strong nose, and a jaw softened by a well-trimmed beard. His eyes are deep and soulful, capable of disarming even the most hardened adversary.

Hair: Thick, dark brown hair with streaks of silver, kept tidy but often tousled from travel or battle.

Clothing: As High Prince, Adrian wears garments blending practicality and opulence. He is often seen in crimson robes with gold embroidery, a fur-lined cloak for formal occasions, and a belt adorned with the sigil of his house—a phoenix rising from flames. In battle, he dons blackened steel armor accented with red and gold, symbolizing his dominion over Emberreach.

Personality

Regal and Charismatic: Adrian embodies the dignity of a ruler, commanding respect with his eloquence and presence.

Cunning and Strategic: A master of diplomacy and warfare, Adrian balances pragmatism with idealism.

Compassionate and Loyal: Despite his high station, Adrian is deeply connected to his people, treating them with kindness and fairness.

Haunted and Driven: The mysterious death of his brother and the burden of the Crimson Accord weigh heavily on Adrian, shaping his relentless determination.

Backstory

Adrian Navarro was thrust into power after the untimely death of his elder brother, the former High Prince of Emberreach. Though initially unprepared for the role, Adrian quickly rose to the occasion, proving himself a capable leader in both court and battle. Emberreach, a vital southern kingdom known for its fertile lands and proximity to an ancient volcano, is as much a symbol of prosperity as it is a land steeped in mystery.

The Crimson Accord, an ancient pact made by the Navarro bloodline, binds Emberreach to a higher power—its terms and consequences remain shrouded in secrecy. As High Prince, Adrian bears the responsibility of maintaining this fragile balance while navigating the treacherous waters of royal politics and foreign alliances.

Adrian’s reign is marked by both compassion and cunning. He has forged alliances with powerful lords while quelling internal dissent. However, his greatest battle lies in uncovering the truth behind his brother’s death, a mystery entwined with the Accord and the rising tensions between north and south.

Motivations and Goals

Uphold Emberreach’s Legacy: Adrian is fiercely protective of his homeland, determined to ensure its continued prosperity and autonomy.

Uncover the Truth: The death of his brother and the mysterious nature of the Crimson Accord drive Adrian’s quest for answers.

Unify the Realm: Believing in the strength of unity, Adrian works to foster peace between the fractured northern and southern kingdoms.

Protect His People: Above all, Adrian prioritizes the safety and welfare of his people, even if it means making difficult sacrifices.

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Elias Ragnar Vinter

Age: 48

Titles: Lord Vinter of Winter’s Fjord; Warden of the Iron Tides

Appearance: Elias embodies the austere beauty of the north, with piercing ice-blue eyes and a chiseled, weathered face that tells the story of countless battles and harsh winters. His blonde hair, streaked with silver, is usually cropped short. He favors practical yet regal attire: heavy furs, leather tunics, and dark cloaks lined with wolf pelts, emphasizing his noble yet rugged heritage.

Physical Description

Face: A sharp, angular face with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. A faint scar runs along his right cheek, a reminder of his warrior past. His piercing ice-blue eyes are cold and calculating, often unnerving to those who meet his gaze.

Hair: Thick blonde hair, streaked with silver, cropped short for practicality in battle. A short beard adds to his commanding presence.

Clothing: Elias favors northern attire, blending functionality and status. His wardrobe consists of dark leather tunics, iron-studded belts, and heavy fur cloaks. During formal occasions, he wears robes adorned with the sigil of House Vinter—a wolf howling at a crescent moon.

Personality

Unyielding and Proud: Elias is deeply rooted in his northern traditions and fiercely protective of his people, valuing honor above all else.

Strategic and Calculating: A brilliant tactician, Elias never enters a conflict without meticulously planning his every move.

Guarded and Stoic: Years of betrayal have left Elias emotionally distant. He struggles to trust others and rarely reveals his vulnerabilities.

Fierce Protector: Despite his cold exterior, Elias cares deeply for those under his protection and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety.

Backstory

Elias Ragnar Vinter was born into the ancient House Vinter, rulers of Winter’s Fjord, a harsh yet resource-rich region. As the youngest son of Lord Jorund Vinter, Elias was not initially groomed for leadership. However, a devastating plague wiped out his family, leaving him the sole heir to his house at the age of 19.

Under Elias’s leadership, Winter’s Fjord has remained a bastion of northern resilience. Known for his strategic mind, Elias became a trusted advisor to the late King. However, his refusal to bow to southern lords has made him a target of political machinations.

Elias carries the weight of his family’s legacy, constantly torn between his duty as a nobleman and his desire for vengeance against those who seek to diminish the north. As whispers of rebellion and old prophecies resurface, Elias stands at the crossroads of destiny, prepared to defend his people at any cost.

Motivations and Goals

Preserve Northern Independence: Elias is committed to protecting Skarnholm from southern influence, believing that the north must remain true to its traditions.

Uphold House Vinter’s Legacy: Elias sees himself as the last bastion of his family’s honor and is determined to strengthen their name for future generations.

Uncover the Truth: Elias seeks to expose the corruption and betrayals that have undermined the unity of the north.

Protect His People: Above all, Elias prioritizes the safety and prosperity of Winter’s Fjord, even if it means making personal sacrifices.

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muse: Dylan Josie de Rossi, 26, Pansexual open to: males / 26+, age-gap allowed. plot: Dylan confronts him after finding him bruised and bleeding, navigating the tension and emotional weight of their complicated connection / this photoset. indie starter page: @indiestarter noting: Will post responses as new posts for tracking purposes.

The stale tang of blood hung in the air, sharper than the faint curl of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls. Dylan hesitated in the doorway, her boots scuffing against the worn floorboards. The dim blue light cast jagged shadows across his face—bruised, bleeding, broken. He didn’t even bother to look at her. Her fingers curled into the edge of her jacket, gripping the fabric. She should’ve turned around. Should’ve left him to whatever this was. But instead, she stepped inside, her chest tightening with every deliberate move. She wasn’t sure if it was anger, guilt, or the weight of all the words she’d never say aloud that kept her feet planted. "You look like shit." Her voice came out quieter than she meant—softer, weaker. It wasn’t supposed to. She wanted it to cut, to pierce through the tension and strike him where it hurt. But the words landed flat, hollow, like the air between them. "You shouldn’t be here." That’s what she should’ve said. Instead, she stayed rooted in place, trying not to let her gaze linger too long on the fresh bruises darkening his jaw or the blood smeared across his knuckles. “You shouldn’t keep doing this,” she said finally, voice trembling like it didn’t belong to her. She hated the way it cracked at the end, hated how it betrayed her. Her throat tightened as her arms folded across her chest in a poor attempt to steady herself. She wanted to look anywhere else—anywhere but him. But her gaze kept falling back to him, no matter how much it hurt. And it did hurt. It always hurt, this endless cycle of pushing and pulling and never knowing where they’d land. Her hands flexed at her sides, itching to do something—to shove him, to touch him, to pull him apart piece by piece just to see if there was anything left beneath the bruises and smirks. Instead, she stepped closer. Just one step, but it felt like falling. “You can’t keep expecting me to fix this.” Her words were sharp, but the ache in her chest softened them. A lie disguised as a warning. She wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself anymore.

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muse: Sanna Hyunae, 25, Bisexual open to: Male or female muses who fit the "you should be afraid of me, but I don’t want you to be, and I don’t know why" role / 25 + plot: Sanna and [Your Muse] are already tangled in a complicated relationship, where her intrigue keeps pulling her closer despite her lingering fear. The scene captures a quiet moment where their tension simmers beneath the surface as they spend time together. / this post. indie starter page: @indiestarter noting: Will post responses as new posts for tracking purposes.

The rain pattered softly against the windows, filling the silence in the room like a heartbeat. Sanna sat curled up on the couch, a mug of tea cradled in her hands, its warmth seeping into her fingers. She tried to focus on the open book resting on her lap, but her gaze kept flickering toward them. She didn’t know why she couldn’t look away—why she always let her attention drift, even when she knew better. The glow of the dim lamp didn’t make them any less intimidating. It only softened the edges of their presence, like the storm outside had wrapped itself around the room. Sanna’s fingers tightened on the mug, her knuckles pressing white against the ceramic. The weight of the silence was heavy, and she hated the way her own heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears. She hated even more that she couldn’t quite decide whether it was fear or something else making her stomach twist. “You’re staring again,” she murmured, her voice breaking through the quiet, softer than she intended. A faint smile tugged at her lips, an instinctive mask to cover the way her pulse betrayed her. She let her gaze drop back to her tea, though the heat from the mug did little to calm her trembling fingers. “Is this another one of your little games? Trying to see how uncomfortable you can make me?” The words hung in the air, her heart pounding just a little harder as she waited for a response she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.

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Adriel stood near the rocker, his tall frame towering over the tiny bundle nestled within it. His arms were crossed, the leather of his Reapers cut creaking softly as he shifted his weight. The silence between him and Julie wasn’t uncomfortable—it was practical, like they were both waiting for something to happen. That was how Adriel operated: always prepared, always calculating. “Guess you’re right,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble. “You might as well stay here. You’ve already got more patience for this than I do.” A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Besides, I’ve got no clue what I’m doing with… all this.” He gestured vaguely at the diapers and formula scattered across the counter, looking as out of place in his home as a truce flag at a Reapers meeting. The clutter annoyed him, but he didn’t know where else to put it. Hell, he didn’t even know how to use half of it. Adriel took a step back, his boots heavy against the hardwood floor. “The guys are already giving me hell about the kid,” he admitted, the words clipped. “Can’t exactly bring them along to the clubhouse, so I’m stuck here for now.” He stopped pacing and rested a hand on the back of the couch, his dark eyes shifting to Julie. “Not that I’m complaining about the help. You’re better at this than I am, that’s for sure.” He let out a quiet sigh, his usual composed demeanor cracking just slightly. “This whole thing…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “It doesn’t make sense. But I guess it doesn’t have to, right? You just… figure it out.” Adriel’s gaze softened for a moment as he looked at the baby. For a man who spent his life dodging bullets and running operations, this felt like the hardest challenge he’d ever faced. “You sure you’re good staying here?” he asked Julie, his voice quieter now. “I don’t want to keep you if you’ve got somewhere else to be.”

evie's wishlist starter call !! based off point #5, but the version where a baby was left on the doorstep. ... @fireborned

Julie could tell the baby wasn’t human the second it was brought in but it wasn’t like Julie could say anything and risk giving up her secret however, she also couldn’t leave the kid to be raised by humans who wouldn’t even know how to handle the child when it got older. So of course she jumped at the chance to play nanny, keep an eye on the child. She came with shining recommendations and she was sure it didn’t hurt that they at least knew each other in passing. 

“Am I going to be needed for the night?” She asked, putting the tiny baby in a rocker before standing up straight. He looked like he had somewhere important to go so she figured she should probably ask. “At this point, I should probably just stay here.” She joked, gently using her hand to rock the rocker. “But yeah, don’t worry about it if you have things to do. I don’t have much else to do but study.”

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Adriel barely reacted as the glass hit the floor, the sharp sound barely registering in the haze of tension that hung in the air. His dark eyes stayed fixed on her, scanning her face for any sign of what she was thinking—anything that might tell him what had changed in the years since he’d last seen her. She looked the same, and yet, she didn’t. Her expression was guarded, her stance defensive, like she wasn’t sure whether to let him in or slam the door shut in his face. He couldn’t blame her for that. He hadn’t exactly walked out of her life on a high note, and five years was a long time to leave things unresolved. “Yesterday,” he said simply, his voice low and steady. “Got out yesterday.” He let the silence stretch for a moment, watching her reaction. Her shock was obvious, but so was the wall she was trying to keep between them. That wall felt like a knife twisting in his gut, but he shoved the feeling down, his face staying neutral, unreadable. “What am I doing here?” he repeated, his tone flat, almost detached, though his eyes never left hers. “I needed to see you.” He shrugged slightly, the motion casual, but there was tension in the way his shoulders stayed stiff. “Didn’t know if you’d even be here.” Another beat of silence passed, his gaze flicking briefly to the shattered glass at her feet. His jaw tightened, but when he spoke again, his voice softened slightly. “I’m not here to mess up whatever you’ve got going on now. Just…” He paused, the words catching in his throat before he forced them out. “I needed to see you were still here. Still breathing.” Adriel shifted his weight, stepping back slightly, as if to give her space. His hands slipped into his pockets, his posture casual, but his eyes—intense and unwavering—betrayed the calm he tried to project. “If you want me gone, just say it.” His words were blunt, matter-of-fact, but the way he lingered, rooted in place, said otherwise.

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Adriel’s smirk deepened, but the sharp edge in his gaze never wavered as he watched Daisy's little performance. Typical. She always had to get the last word, always had to push just a little further to see if he’d crack. He didn’t. He never did. “First of all,” he said, voice low but carrying just enough weight to cut through the din of the bar, “you don’t get to decide when I ‘princess’ you. You earned it.” His tone was dry, laced with just enough sarcasm to remind her who she was dealing with. He accepted the beer she shoved at him with an arched brow, though he didn’t bother taking a sip. Instead, he leaned against the bar, his stance still as casual as ever, the picture of unbothered. His dark eyes tracked her as she flounced off toward the guy she’d singled out, her laugh still hanging in the air like bait she thought he might take. When she was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, “Cute. Real cute.” Adriel didn’t follow her—not immediately, anyway. He knew her game. Knew she was waiting for him to come stomping over like some jealous fool. But he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction. Instead, he took his time, keeping one eye on her and the other on the room, scanning for potential threats like the professional he was. When the guy leaned in a little too close, Adriel’s jaw tightened just slightly. He let it go. For now. But as the clock ticked closer to ten minutes, he took a slow sip of the beer she’d handed him and set it down with a deliberate click on the bar. Then, with the same unhurried calm, he pushed off the counter and crossed the room toward her. Adriel stopped just behind her, his broad frame casting a shadow over both Daisy and her new “friend.” He leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth but unmistakably firm. “Time’s up, princess,” he said, his eyes flicking briefly to the guy before settling back on her. “You ready to go, or should I stay here and keep the peace?”