#urban plots

[cartiervisions]

lowkey need a criminal x agent plot. muse a is an obsessive killer who does it because all she wants is the agent, muse b, to herself. from harming the women he dates, to sending nudes of herself covered in blood or with the bloody item from trap phones, calling him right after she does it and letting him know that she wouldn’t do this if he was hers. but what happens if she’s been right up under his nose the whole time? what if she’s the cute, innocent neighbor that lives close by that he sees after a long day? the one muse b finds attractive, but never pursues because he’s so busy on this case? i don’t know i feel like this plot would be everything.

[ncpe]

— ❝ hear me out... a stripper x customer romance. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚, a stripper, has taken on the responsibility of caring for their young siblings. they rely on their work to ensure their siblings' well-being and provide for them. one night, they are sent to dance at a bachelor or bachelorette party. unexpectedly, they find themselves in a private room with 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛, the groom's best man or bride’s maid of honor. in a surprising turn of events, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 declines the private dance but instead pays for an hour-long conversation with 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚. they connect on a deeper level, sharing stories, dreams, and vulnerabilities. despite feeling a mutual attraction, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 declines 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛's offer to go out, knowing the complications involved. weeks pass, with both muses unable to forget the powerful connection they shared that night. fate intervenes, bringing them back together once more. this time, both 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 decide to explore what their future could potentially hold.

[ahsokatanos-lightsabertechnique]

Girl help, I blinked and now I have 22 urban fantasy novels checked out of the online library

[kruffles]

an enthusiastic virgin and an experienced, possessive male plot. give me muse a thigh riding muse b because she isn’t ready to fuck him yet. a lot of ’you’re doing so good, kitten’ and ’just like that baby.’ the slow burn surrounding muse a’s first time. muse b taking care of her the morning after, tracing her hickeys in front of the mirror while they’re both still nude. let me be muse a, i’ll love you forever!

[greenerteacups]

Hey GT! Do you hope to be a published author someday? What would you write?

No, I don't! Writing is a beloved hobby for me, but I don't aspire to publish. Fanfic scratches the writerly itch without putting too much pressure on the output, not least because I'm not asking people to pay for my work. It also means I don't have deadlines or expectations of output except those that are self-imposed. It's a nice middle-ground between locking up my projects in a secret folder on my desktop, never to be glimpsed by human eyes, and pitching my naked heart like a fastball in the general direction of the English-speaking universe.

If I ever had an idea for an original novel that I liked enough to finish it, I might try my hand at getting it published, but I see a bit of a difference between that and wanting to be a published writer. Like, if it happens, great; if it doesn't, I'll be just as happy.

[peachyxxkeens]

Me opening night of MK2

[cryptedscatalyst]

Hello I am Madden, a cryptozoologist. Cryptozoology is the study of cryptids, or any animal type creature. Here on this blog I will record my findings. If there is a cryptid or an urban legend that you would like me to look into please feel free to ask. For now I must get back to my research. 

~M

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hey there! I am a 30+ RPer looking for other people who are 25+ and enjoy RPing for the craft of writing. In my stories I love mature, dark themes and a bit of whimsy!

My favorite genres include: -historical/medieval -post-apocalyptic -angel x demon -monsters -vampires -time travel -urban fantasy -soul mates Pretty much anything with a bit of something other worldly mixed with a healthy dose of angst and smut! I have a variety of OCs I love adapting to almost any AU.

In general I am a novella/advanced literate roleplayer. I'm not a stickler for length but I do enjoy brainstorming and sharing ideas with my writing partner.

If you're interested please message me @/lostrobingang and then if we vibe we can move over to discord.

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[passingbypainfullyaware]

Part 1 of shows I thought were fever dreams but are apparently not

A miss mallard mystery: was a show about a ducktective and her nephew travelling the world and solving crimes.

2. Tara Duncan: Tara and her friends, Cal the thief and Sparrow the princess who turns into a beast, are all a part of the Alpha team. They fight threats from the OtherWorld, while balancing the challenges of high school life.

3. Stoked: is a show about a group of surfers who meet one another at a resort whilst working there during the summer.

[cartiervisions]

i kind of want a succubus plot. like she’s so ethereal, most beautiful woman your muse has ever seen. it’s when they start to dream about her fucking them so good every night that they know they have to have her. the constant back and forth, the tense flirting and teasing, the sexual energy she exudes. ugh i need it and i need it now.

[ncpe]

— ❝ hear me out... a contract romance. what if 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 are celebrities. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 has a not-so-good image but it keeps them popular and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 has an amazing image but their fame is dwindling. the two either aren't the closest (no beef) or despise each other. after a bad outburst, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 finds themself in dire need of cleaning up their image. to help themself, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 approaches 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 with a proposition: pretend to be in a relationship for six months. this helps 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 revamp themselves while 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 is able to boost their status. the two come up with and sign a contract, and their fake relationship begins. however, when the six months are up, both muses realize they aren't quite ready to let each other go and decide to "extend their contract".

[laurasimonsdaughter]

As far as assignments went, keeping an eye on the boss' spendthrift son was very tolerable. Guillaume was not as all as inclined to get into trouble as his sisters and Diwe had no objections to sitting down for an evening while the boy chased skirts.

This club, overflowing with music and barely legal magical drinks, was hardly his scene. It was the type of place that emulated establishments that were far darker and more illicit, but sold its entertainment at four times the price and with gilt edges.

“You know,” Guillaume sighed, returning to where he was seated with a glass that smelled so strongly of magic and alcohol Diwe had to turn his head. “It would look a lot more natural if you just came and danced.”

“No thank you,” he smirked.

“Ah come on, man.” Guillaume leaned heavily on the back of his chair. “Plenty of pretty faces out there.”

Diwe smiled, unmoved.

Guillaume sighed, always quick to abandon any endeavour that he did not see quick gratification in, and downed his drink. “Suit yourself,” he said and gleefully threw himself back into the fray.

No sooner had Diwe see him get pulled in by a young woman in a green dress, or a burst of boisterous noise came from the other end of the room. He knew that sound, that was trouble about to happen. Diwe rose from his seat, turning towards the beginning fight, but before he had even taken a step he saw someone else do the same.

A boy, no, a young man, dressed finely and in the latest fashions, but with a focus too much like his own to be a patron of this place. Diwe watched him approach the rowing men and then, nothing. Silence returned, the men sat back down, music once again drowned out all other sound. The young man lingered at their table for a while, talking to the previously troublesome customers with a charming air. He was as good looking as he was well dressed.

Diwe stared at him from the corner of his eyes. He recognised a fellow magic user when he saw one. But...he didn't see him pay particular attention to anyone. Not a fellow professional then. Or was he?

Slowly Diwe turned back and made his way over to the bar instead. The bartender was an older woman, attractive and in her element behind her shining counter. She smiled at him as soon as he approached.

“Changed your mind about abstaining, sir?” she grinned. “What can I get you?”

Diwe flashed her a smile back. “Nothing yet. But do you happen to know who that is?”

Her eyes darted in the direction of his slight nod and an amused spark lit up in her eyes. “Ah, you've sniffed out our security, sir.” She leaned on the gleaming bar. “Is that why you don't dance? Not enough waistcoats among the skirts?”

“Not at all,” he replied smoothly, denying her a proper answer. “So that's your bouncer?”

“You saw him in action just now, didn't you, he barely ever needs to bounce anyone.”

That truly had been impressive, yes. Of course there were those who considered pacifying magic even more dangerous than the offensive kind...

“Quite a find, is he not?” the bartender whispered. “One would be hard pressed to find anyone prettier suitable for the job.”

Pretty, sure. Diwe wouldn't deny that. But his stylish flair had something self-indulgent. He did not look this way to suit this place. “What's his name?” he asked thoughtfully.

“Now that would be telling, sir,” the bartender teased and she elegantly moved away from him to attend to other customers.

Diwe watched her go for only a second, before glancing back at the unexpected security again. Fascinating...

The remainder of the evening Guillaume had only half his attention. It was more than enough, nothing troubling happened. Until it was time to leave of course. By that time Guillaume was intoxicated enough to force Diwe to shoulder him outside, too engrossed in keeping him upright to notice the pair of attentive eyes watching him go.

***

Even when the club was calm and empty, the doors locked and lamps lit for cleaning up, Lias could still feel the dark eyes fixed on him. There was no reason for them to linger, he had been looked at in much more unpleasant ways. And yet…

“Who was that asking you about me?” He parked himself at the bar, his jacket and waistcoat finally unbuttoned.

“Mm, the handsome black gentleman, you mean?” Mariah hummed, putting away the last of the clean glasses. “What makes you so sure he was asking about you?”

“You were both looking at me.”

“Mm, maybe so. I don’t know his name, but he belongs to mister Alain’s brat son. The one who likes his whisky laced with laughter.” She paused for a long moment, eyes fixed carefully on Lias’ face. “He’s his bodyguard.”

A bodyguard. That was rather surprising, actually. “What kind of bodyguard.”

Mariah gave him a knowing look. “The talented kind. Not unlike yourself, I’d wager. Except…” She pursed her lips. “I suspect, if he’s meant to look after Guillaume, his tricks are likely a little less refined than yours.”

So he was a magic user, he had seen that correctly after all… “I’ve never seen him here before.”

“I’ve only seen him a couple times myself,” Mariah shrugged. “Guillaume must have done something to warrant a permanent babysitter of late.”

Lias struggled to hide his dissatisfaction. So she didn’t know much about him either, then.

“Oh I know that look,” Mariah chuckled. “Don’t worry, dear, Guillaume never stays away long, I'm sure he'll drag his enigmatic guard back here within the month.”

“If I’m going to have another caster loose in my club, I need to know what he’s like,” Lias argued.

“Of course, you do.” One lip curved archly upwards. “He wanted to know your name too, you know.”

Really. Lias raised an eyebrow. “Did you tell him?”

Mariah clicked her tongue. “What do you take me for? I’d no more tell anyone your name than I would with any of the girls.”

He snorted softly, a smile slowly gracing his face. “Next time he asks,” he said deliberately. “Tell him you’ll trade it for his.”

[kruffles]

based on the song “fast car”

a young woman, muse a, lives in a small town with her mom and alcoholic stepfather. her mom works long hours, and her stepfathers blows all their money on alcohol and gambling. she feels trapped and hopeless, dreaming of leaving town and starting a new life. she meets muse b, and it is love at first sight. muse b talks about wanting to move to the city, so muse a starts to work as a waitress to save up some money because she wants to follow him. they purchase an old car, fixing it while dreaming of the day they leave behind the godforsaken town. once the car is ready, they load up their few belongings and set out into the great unknown. so much angst, domesticity, & sweetness, pls!

[poetinprose]

WIP Intro - Aeternum

Knowledge is power, they say. But nobody had told her about the sorrow that comes with it.

Summary:

By now Thanea has come to terms with her role as an outsider amongst the humans. Because who needs humans when you have mermaids and ghosts for friends? But then Nevras steps into her life and questions everything. Why can she see behind the veil that hides the magical world from human eyes?

What began as a fascinating project for him becomes more and more personal. And how can he tell her that his existence is ruled more by death than by life?

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Setting: Our modern world in which all the fairytales and myths are real but humans are blind to the magic

POV: 3rd person; alternating between the two protagonists

The main characters:

☽ Thanea Wächter (she/her) - age: 25 || librarian || the only member of her family that sees behind the veil || got bullied in school for seeing things that “aren’t there” || her only human friend is her big brother || very reserved until she feels comfortable in sb’s presence

☽ Prof. Dr. Nevras Void (he/him) - age: ??? || studies and teaches the history of ancient civilizations with a focus on shamanism, dark magic and curses

☽ Zalen (he/they) - age: a few thousand years || fallen guardian angel || owner of a bar for magical creatures where you can usually find him in drag || Nevras’ only best friend

Status: writing the 1st draft

Side note: writing this together with my friend Bailey who writes Nevras’ POV

OC Intros: Thanea

Tag list (let me know if you wanna be added/removed): @deadlycupid​ @starlitcrossroads​

[vclcur]

I’m just a stripper trying to make my way out the hood. I’m tired of the disgusted feeling I get each time someone slips a bill between the fabric of my thong. Its the same ol shit. Strip. Sleep. Repeat. Damn is it too much to have a nigga come swoop in and save a bitch. Why I can’t live the life as some dope dealer trap queen like those Cartel books I read. The universe must not like me because the only niggas I attract are men broker than me, niggas who need that lil blue pill and wannabe shooters. Fuck a Ciara prayer, is there a trap queen prayer, where's a hood prayer when you need one. 

Plot Inspo: Beyonce/Jay Z x On The Run, Martin Gina x Polo G, Spin Bout U x Drake/21 Savage, Pop Smoke x She Got A Thing, Pop Smoke x Woo Baby, Fivio Foreign x What’s My Name, Lil Durk x Home Body, Usher x Peace Sign, The Weeknd x Die For You 

[tcmpter]

ONLY REACH OUT IF SERIOUS!

I really am in need of a dark romance plot!!! I rp on discord 1x1, so if you’re interested like this post!! Also, visit my pinned post for any additional info.

Sidebar : I have a plot in mind, but I am open to any other plots!! BUT I am in need of a darker side. So slide if you have a plot in mind and you could handle the heat! {If you don’t have a plot in mind we could always brainstorm together, if you’re not feeling my plot.}

That’s it, that’s all . 💜

Also stick around on my page, I’ll be dropping something just for the urban roleplay community, fingers crossed it goes well.