#INT. ─── open starter.

[unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia]

Open starter

except im hot and tired so im too lazy to make it look or even sound like im a sane person.

It is 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. And because clearly Willow thinks things through (she doesnt), you now have a fox laying on you, and staring up at you.

She swats at you and looks at you piteously.

Taglist (feel my pain) 𓏏𓏏ᴗᴗ)

@demigod-jack-hearth

@you-cant-save-us

@hispanic-child-of-hermes

(feel free to ask to be on it ...)

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. jagger conolly (he/him) plot: enemies w/ benefits but jagger has been obsessed w/ your muse from the get and has never r e a l l y considered them an enemy he just likes playing along bc they're cute when they're being mean to him :' )

he watched with a toothy grin stretched across his features as they stormed through the apartment looking for their discarded clothing, expletives murmured beneath their breath. "you alright over there? i thought you said you'd be gone, like, an hour ago?" that had been before they fell back into bed together, of course: his favorite stalling tactic. "if you wanna hang out, you just have to ask nicely, y'know."

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: there is a killer on the loose & y/m is on the phone with Connie talking about it when he hears noises outside his trailer. is it your muse teasing or fucking with him? is it the killer? who's the killer? y/m, Connie or someone else? go off fam. hmu if you wanna plot details! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: old childhood friend/sweetheart, coworker (he's a mechanic & pizza delivery man), friend or at least someone that would have his phone number.

"Look all I'm saying is that they better catch the guy soo--" Connie started, attention solely on the person chilling on the other end of his phone line, the images on the TV screen at a low volume and he was only half paying attention to what was going on but the thing that interrupted him was a loud bang outside his trailer that made him turn and glance to the window. His eyes swept the area outside the window as best he could from where he sat on the sofa, pulling his phone from his ear a little so that he could hear better, brow furrowed. "That's not you fucking with me, is it? I totally heard something outside." He asked the other on his phone, sitting up just enough to look better out the window. Maybe his nerves were just a little frazzled as of late and that was what had him so paranoid. Nothing like talking about dangers lurking in the darkness to get one's heart racing.

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Raydan is a hellhound with a curse on him, any magic user that summons him can enslave him & make him do whatever they like per the laws of his curse (a punishment placed on him by a vengeful witch). He spent a good portion of his prolonged life finding the spells scattered throughout time & history used to summon him but he missed one, one your muse found & has used to summon him, whether they know what they're doing/summoning is up to you! hmu if you'd like more details or wanna plot !! connection: witch, warlock or magic user that summoned him.

Raydan had almost forgotten what it felt like, that pull of magic slowly lacing through him like cold unseen tendrils of power creeping in to consume him. He'd been about halfway through a bottle of some liquor, stumbling back to the bathroom in the hallway of some hole in the wall bar. A distantly familiar hum started to buzz in his sensitive ears, his body slumping as it intensified and the tall brunette braced himself against the wall before the magic took hold of him completely. The violent heat of hellfire engulfed the drunk hound and he vanished from the plane he was existing on, thrown into shadows and flames, clothes burned from his body as the magic of the cursed summoning spells gripped him with bruising talons. It had been far too long since the last time this cursed dark magic had touched his soul and skin because Raydan had forgotten how much it hurt.

His mouth opened in a silent scream of pain as the magic grew tighter and more vicious, getting closer to where his summoner was, pulling him to them. Anger boiled in his veins along with his blood as hellfire erupted around him and spat his naked, sweaty body to the rough cold ground where burning sigils of a spell were burned into the ground. The man stayed on his hands and knees for a while, body trembling, burning, engulfed in flames for a moment longer before they settled and a deep growl rumbled up his throat in an inhuman sound. Dark eyes burned with the reflections of flames as Raydan raised his head to glance around, searching for the face he knew he'd come to hate just like all the rest of the magic users that had enslaved him.

When he met there gaze he didn't speak, simply growled, shifting slightly on the ground though his body ached with the pain of the aftermath, the magic that slipped away, died out focused in on him and circled around his wrists to form small gold bracelets, shackles that matched the singular one he knew would form around his new master. His lip twitched in a snarl before he dared to try and push himself to his feet, naked form rising to his feet with power instead of shame. He hated magic.

[brckensocietyarch]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on: this | please read my rules before interacting. }

it was late, the giant house was dark and for the most part, quiet. his parents had gone on another last-minute trip and with landon helping with renovations, the only other people in the house were his brother and their partner. the male had decided to take a late-night swim and was now heading back into the house. when he spotted them a smirk formed on his lips, adjusting the towel that covered his lower half. “well, hello, night owl. should i ask what you are doing up so late?” he had his own thoughts as to what they might be doing up, but even with his ego and their many run-ins, he wasn’t going to assume.

[lusteds]

open to: all. plot: based on source. inspo gif here. connection: roommate, best friend, landlord, sibling's best friend, parents friend, sibling's partner, and t.aboo connections such as twin / sibling, parent, uncle / aunt, grandparent, and step-relation are more than welcome. additional: do not like this starter. feel free to hit my dms up to plot.

it had been a reckless idea in the first place but isla admittedly wasn't exactly thinking clearly. her body had been screaming for release for weeks now but with a busy household, the opportunities to privately act on urges were few and far between. when finally the home grew silent, the girl fell victim to desperation, rushing to make the most of some much needed alone time and not thinking to check the coast was clear.

climbing atop the giant stuffed bear - almost as big as she was - the blonde slowly rocked her hips back and forth, her arms wrapping around its shoulders to anchor herself on the bed. ❝ f.uck, ❞ breathed as she bucked, excitement dampening her p.anties, b.uxom chest bouncing and threatening to spill from her tiny b.ralette. a euphoric giggle began to leave her lips but was cut dead, the noise of her door opening and shutting ringing in her ears. ❝ oh god! ❞ her mouth gaped, cheeks instantly burning scarlet as she scrambled to compose herself. ❝ i'm so sorry. i-i thought i was alone. ❞

[bcdthingtwice]

open starter. open to anyone background: based on this post ; ex something whose jealous when aylin has seemingly moved on possibilities: open to any dynamic; exes, ex almosts, best friends, enemies, feel free to get weird and/or tab*o with it if wanted!

aylin rarely got mad; or at least, she rarely let people see when she was mad. but right now she was fuming, her body tense and she could feel herself scream more than she could hear it - "you don't know me," she hissed, the words false even to her own ears, "you don't know anything about me. i'm happy. i'm in love. and if you can't deal with it - " she sputtered off, shaking her head - "that's just too fucking bad for you, isn't it?"

[louiserowlands]

Starter to: Everyone (@aurorabaystarter). Location: Sweet Spot Creamy.

It was her day off, at last. Louise has been very busy lately but she couldn't complain about it — she loved to be there, to help, to listen, to be a friendly shoulder. Knowing that she could be trusted by a stranger was something fascinating.

Once in a while, she liked to go to Sweet Spot Creamy; it reminded her of the old days when she was a child, after school with her grandma, once per week, they met there and ate her favourite ice cream: bubblegum. It's still funny how it's still her favourite flavour. The blonde was feeling pretty nostalgic after buying bubblegum ice cream when she closed her eyes for a second until she felt a bump.

The ice cream was all over her floral, long, and blue dress. "Fuck." She mumbled, taking a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, I hope you're not dirty."

[familyxxdutyxxhonor]

Open: Maurice

"Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this | please read rules before interacting. }

when he had sent the text the night before he had hoped that'd be the end of it. being a dealer came with many different issues but this was one he hadn't foreseen, falling for one of his regular clients. sure, there was often times he'd sleep with those who he found attractive, sometime under the guise of it being alternative payment but this time was different. they'd barely had any intimacy, in fact, he'd only let it go as far as making out before he cut it off - knowing if he crossed that line he'd be in trouble. had he expected them to show up at the party tonight? it was always possible but when he spotted how they beelined towards him diesel made quick work of trying to find an escape route, only to end up at a dead end. "what do you want?" he asked with a heavy sigh.

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. vivian moreau | she/they | vampire plot: just two supernatural beings who were created around the same time and have been dancing around one another for centuries.... very on again off again, they've alternated decades wanting to kill each other and wanting to rip one another's clothes off. currently in an 'off again' era but for whatever reason they've broken no contact and she's being very demure abt it :' )

they're lucky it's a dagger she throws (narrowly missing them, no less) and not a wooden stake, but viv's fresh out. "i told you to stay on your side of the f.ucking continent, didn't i? i don't wanna see your face until you apologize for leaving me stranded in uzbekistan." beat. "is that why you're here?"

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: Remy inherited her grandfather's roller rink where y/m used to stash things for their crime syndicate (be it drugs, weapons, people, whatever). The spicy roller girl refused to continue doing that & instead agreed to work off her grandfather's debt with y/m by dancing at one of their clubs. anywho gimme the big bad mafia person that falls for the girl that defies them thnx. hmu if you’d like to plot! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: mafia leader. son/daughter/heir of a mafia syndicate. mafia member.

Never did Remy think she would be using her talent for dancing quite like this, not that she held any sort of negative opinion of anyone who did this sort of work. In the weeks that she'd been working at the club in the evenings and on the weekends, Remy had found a respect for not only the other dancers but herself. She would endure this, pay off whatever debt her grandfather owed and go on with her life. In the darkest of times Remy had always been able to turn to dancing and music as a comfort that pulled her through whatever trial she was going through at the time. She had a relationship with music unlike anyone else and it showed through the effortless and graceful way she moved.

As the dancer before her exited the stage, Remy centered herself, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the intense feeling of eyes on her even though she wasn't on the stage yet. Her outfit was limited and fitted, a blue silk slip over black lingerie. That rarely bothered her, it was the music which Remy spent the most important to her. As the sultry slow intro of Glory Box by Portishead started Remy let her gaze snap over to the eyes that burned against her skin, the eyes of the person she was working for. Sensual steps drew her closer to the center of the stage, her eyes never leaving theirs until she was in front of the cool, metal bar one hand reaching up to grab it as she started her dance, only then did she drop her gaze, focusing instead on the music and how it affected her body. Hips moving with an easy motion, experience and talent evident even in the simple moves she made around the pole, skin warm and heart pounding. She always had felt most alive under a spotlight and dancing for others.

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone connection: ex (spouse, fiance, significant other) plot: BASED ON | your muse being the one in the hospital & Xavier being the emergency contact.

It didn’t take him too long to find them, Xavier's professional but demanding energy was enough to get the nurses at the front desk to tell him where the other was being kept. Getting the call from the hospital hadn’t been the surprise it had been whom the call had pertained to, in an instant Xavier had stopped what he had been doing to quickly make his way to the hospital. He couldn’t help the protectiveness he still felt over them, that was likely the most difficult thing to ignore– aside from the feelings he denied himself. 

Moving through the hallway Xavier soon reached the room number he’d been told they were resting in and he wasted little time in pushing open the doors, without knocking. He had a mixture of feelings, worry and concern being the largest but the man expressed it with an air of tension. “What happened? Are you alright?” He asked with a low and demanding tone, worry evident there between the expression of what could be mistaken for anger. They hadn’t given him many details at all over the phone and that had given way to the possibilities which had flooded his mind on the drive over. Quickly his eyes scanned over them, urging an explanation before he started jumping to conclusions.

[gunchamber]

            CHERRY  RED  STILL  COATED  HER  LIPS    &    TONGUE    the  only  residual  evidence  left  that  she’d  just  finished  an  icy  treat  .    &    still  yet  the  summer’s  heat  clung  to  skin  ,    the  coolness  running  down  her  throat  only  a  fleeting      RELIEF    before  it  was  over  .    sun  had  said  its  sweet  goodbyes  hours  ago  yet  its  presence  still  could  be  felt  by  everyone  crowded  around  in  the  center  of  old  downtown  .    krissy  could  feel  the  sweat  dripping  down  the  back  of  her  neck  beneath  the  nape  of  her  hair  ,    but  she  didn’t  mind  .    it  was  uncomfortable  but  nothing  unbearable  ,    in  an  odd  way  she  welcomed  it  .                orbs  sparkled  with  the  next  array  of  fireworks  set  off  into  the  sky  ,    somewhere  giddy  children  shriek    &    a  couple  to  her  right  lean  in  closer  together  .    then  she  silently  glances  to  her  left  ,    taking  in  her  companion  of  the  evening  with  a  whisper  of  a  smile  .    taking  in  the  way  the  colors  dance  across  their  cheeks  .                 ❛    —    aren't you glad you came out with me ?     ❜

[brckensocietyarch]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this. feel free to assume whatever connection! note: big/bigger can change depending on your muses gender for obvious reason :) }

There was a teasing smirk that had formed on her lips as she straddled the other. “You’ve got me alone so... Ask your question.” Avery had spent the past month dating a guy who she had ditched at the party when the other had asked to talk to her in private. “What do you want to know? Do you want to know if his dick is big(ger)? What if it is?”