#starter: declan

[spellbindingnights]

@utterxdesires

Oh, he was seething with rage. Declan had never felt this angry in his life, and the image of Cara's tears and bruises and trembles did not make any of it better. He had warned his parents about this, he had told them that Seamus was not a good option. The fact that she had been hiding this from him for such a long time did not make it any better.

He was seeing red, his whole body was trembling with fury. He had never felt like this before and Declan couldn't help but to feel more unstable than ever. He walked into the shop where he was, acting as if he hadn't been terrorizing and brutalizing his sister (and nephew) for years now. There was a bit of a crowd, but he had always been reckless.

"Hey, Declan, how you've be--" Seamus never finished the sentence because Declan's raging fist connected with his jaw. There were gasps and people started getting out of the shop as Declan grabbed the other man by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the nearest wall. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" He hissed, slamming his body once again against the wall. Seamus' attempts to defend himself were practically useless and even funny. "You think I don't know what you did to my sister?" After that, he dragged his body pushed him over the window shop.

The large glass shattered into thousand of little pieces and Seamus body landed on the bed of glass. Declan got out and straddled him before punching him again, and again, and again, and again. He grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face against the glass. It was brutal, but that's who he was: a brutal man. "Not so brave now, huh? If you ever hurt my sister again, I will make you eat all this glass, you hear me? Fucking waste of space" Declan punched him again, and again, and again. People were begging for him to stop, but he didn't listen. Well, not until he heard the police sirens.

After meditating it for less than a second, he decided to continue. If he had to go to jail for this, he'd go gladly. Unfortunately, he felt someone tugging from him, as in trying to get him away and, for the first time, instead of seeing red, he saw one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen.

[soldefied]

[ declan’s t a g d r o p !! ]

[supersonicdreams]

open to: females (i might be selective here since my muse is weird)

rules || banned || don’t like my starters

declan is toxic and an asshole, literally don’t expect anything from him. declan recently got a divorce and is now in full custody of his daughter, colleen, your muse can be anything but her ex wife. IMPORTANT: this plot is set on the late 80s.

“Listen, for drama and annoying little scenes I have a junkie ex wife” he responded coldly. Okay, maybe that was unfair since he was sober now, but had been pretty much a mess throughout his entire marriage with Moira. “I have a two year old daughter who requires my full time and attention. I really don’t know how to make this clearer, but I am not interested in dating so fucking stop expecting things from me and then throwing a fucking temper tantrum when you don’t get what you want” He said exasperated. “You are not stupid so stop acting like you were, Jesus Christ” he shook his head in disbelief. 

[greedaeye]

open: anyone about the muse: declan stewart. actor. 29. pansexual. plot: your muse and declan are secretly dating and your friends found your muse's clothes/underwear forgotten in the backseat of declan's car when you arrive for a road trip

⸻ "I DON'T GET WHY YOU'RE GOING OFF ON ME," declan sighed heavily, turning to face the other with a look of annoyance. he hadn't even realized that their underwear was still in the backseat from the night before. they had been really careful about not showing their relationship for the past few months. and now because their mutual friend found it in the backseat? it could very well blow up their whole cover. the actor had tried to play it off as a one night stand's pair, but he wasn't sure how much their friend even believed him before entering the cabin. "it took two to tango, babe. we both forgot. in all honesty, i thought you took them with you when you grabbed your stuff from the back last night. i didn't think to check the backseat before we picked her up."

[dcrkcrwns]

open to: men who are 25+ about declan: declan is 25, socialite, power - bottom plot: declan has been eyeing your muse from across the room, and he couldn’t help himself.  he hadn’t been touched all year long, due to focusing on himself and less on the guys in the city. he wants to have a little bit of fun now. wanted connection: best friend, ex, stepbrother, stranger, fwb, utp. wanted fc: zane phillip, charles melton, luscien laviscount, noah beck, max thierot, wonho.

      “  you know, i can see why someone can mistake you for the superhero type.  i mean have you seen your body.  you’re practically ripped, and not to mention that chest.   i may be a complete bottom, but i know that i want to rub my dick against those pecs.  ”  declan chuckled.   “ sorry, i told myself that the next guy i found attractive, came along, i’d be extra bold, and well–– here we are. ”  he smiled.   

[carp3diemsarchs]

OPEN: anyone MUSE: DECLAN STEWART. ACTOR. 29. PANSEXUAL. PLOT: your muse and declan are secretly dating and your friends found your muse's clothes/underwear forgotten in the backseat of declan's car when you arrive for a road trip

"i really don't get why you're going off on me," declan sighed heavily, turning to face the other with a look of annoyance. he hadn't even realized that their underwear was still in the backseat from the night before. they had been really careful about not showing their relationship for the past few months. and now because their mutual friend found it in the backseat? it could very well blow up their whole cover. the actor had tried to play it off as a one night stand's pair, but he wasn't sure how much their friend even believed him before entering the cabin. "it took two to tango, babe. we both forgot. in all honesty, i thought you took them with you when you grabbed your stuff from the back last night. i didn't think to check the backseat before we picked her up."

[writermuses]

[painofhumanity]

@secondhandmckie liked the New Muse Starter Call

"Okay, kids normally don't need to be cursing like sailors, I get that. But these kids are being poked and prodded all day, and I think they deserve to express their displeasure as strongly as they want, so I may or may not teach them a few ASL swears-- Who even told you what that sign means, anyway?"

[hella1975]

‘be an astronaut by declan mckenna always makes me emotional idk why’ bc he was inspired by sufjan stevens. get off spotify dickhead

[daringsunflowers]

open // f/nb plot in source

declan certainly didn't expect himself to be married and divorced all by the age of 26 years old. he hadn't even believed in marriage until he had met her. she had changed his mind and opened his eyes to a whole entire world that he didn't know existed. however as perfect as it all was it only made the ending worse. things had gotten harder between the two of them and it was like the two had forgotten the love they had once shared. there was so much fighting and arguing to the point to where they couldn't even stand to be in the same room with one another without complaining about the other breathing.

today was the day and declan had felt as nervous as he had when the two were getting married. he wasn't even sure if this was what he really wanted. he loved her. he was sure he would always love her. though when she had asked him to wait behind before walking in the room for the two of sign their papers he nodded. "no, it is fine. i will be in soon." he told his lawyer and nodded with a smile. when he turned to look at her he sighed. "i- what is wrong?" he asked her softly. "i thought we agreed on the papers we are supposed to sign...now.." he told her. "what is wrong now?"

[thearcherbrothersx]

Declan : Historic Royalty AU

Setting: It's the 1600s, Declan is king and looking for someone willing and eager to serve as an outlet for his more... unusual needs. He's hoping your muse might be it.

Open to females only

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“My wants are unconventional.” Declan told the woman in his chambers; one of the queen’s ladies that he’d set his sights on. “The queen is uncomfortable with the concept, but…” he paused, his eyes trailing over her. “I do not believe you have that problem.” He stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to tentatively trail down the gentle curve of her jawline. “Do you?” As king, he could simply command her to submit. He could command that she remove her clothes and surrender her body to his desires, but he didn’t want that. Not this evening. No, he wished to take her, secure in the knowledge that she craved the touch he could grant her. He knew rumors of his preferences were fluctuating the castle, as well as most of the kingdom no doubt, and he suspected it was part of what had drawn this little flower to him, her eyes willfully seeking his from across the dancefloor.

[prcphesieslie]

@allxthingsxglxtter

“Think ye’re fucking funny, do ye?” The oldest O’Farrell brother sneered at the random man before him. Normally, he wasn’t the one to go out drinking, but Sydney had turned him into someone else.

He’d let the devil come out to play once and he’d never been able to bury him again.

That was why he now found himself drunkenly staring into the strange man’s soul in a bar he’d never been too before. The stranger had pushed passed Declan without an apology, and laughed when he’d asked for one. A fire burned in Declan’s eyes now. Anyone watching could tell the altercation wasn’t about to go anywhere good.

He downed his beer, smashing the empty bottle against the bar floor as he readied to launch himself at the stranger.

[sparsilelove]

open to men / it's nearly closing time at "the end", the bar declan runs with his sister nell, and he's clearing tables / assume connections!

"you're still here?" declan asked, smirk on his lips as he let his gaze drag over the other man. it was end of shift, which meant dec was looking a little worse for wear -- a few buttons undone to compensate for the heat, tub of empty glasses resting on his hip -- but he still recognised the flash of desire in the other's eyes. "you waiting around for me to pay you a little attention or some shit?"

[drivedby]

open to : females.

“  you  made  your  damn  choice  the  moment  you  walked  out  on  me  .  i  don’t  want  anything  to  do  with  you  .  got  it  ?  ”  stone  cold  ,  features  completely  different  than  those  of  how  he  used  to  look  at  her  .  “  now  leave  .  ”

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone connection: neighbor, crush, childhood friend, fellow fire fighter/emt, anything works!

“If anyone wants another hot dog there’s a few left,” Declan called out, flipping said hot dogs on the grill with the utensil in his one hand while he took a good sip out of his beer in his other hand. Beastie Boys’ Brass Monkey played in the background on the stereo system and Declan hummed along lightly, eyeing the hot dogs before he noticed someone sidling up next to the grill he was manning. Declan always loved the neighborhood grill out that the fire station put on during the spring and summer months, he loved to cook and only the guys at the station really knew that. “Hi there, enjoying yourself?” He asked the person with a friendly tone to his voice, the sentiment even touching his eyes before he shifted them back to the cooking hot dogs.

[writermuses]

Open to: Anyone (Mun/Muse/FC 21+) Plot: They've been friends for a while and she showed up upset, one thing led to another and they were fooling around, but the last thing he expected was for them to call out their ex's name when they came. | Loosely based on this Muse: Declan Samuels, 29-32, stuntman

Declan shot back until there was so much distance between them that anyone walking into his apartment would never think that he'd just been inside them. He ran his fingers through his hair and clenched his jaw shut to stop himself from saying something he'd regret. His chest rose and fell as he tried to blow off his anxiety and the dregs of the adrenaline from what they were just doing. "Is that why you came? Were you just using me because I remind you of him?"