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[quietlyrewrittenrules]

Open to all. New people aren't all that common in the small town. Norman's settled in with no one being the wiser. Or so he thinks. Y/M should realize something is off. Or be oblivious. Could be someone who intrigues him because he senses a similar or a potential victim. @indiestarter

Another small town. A whole slew of new, unsuspecting individuals to choose from if so desired. The routine was second nature, Norman practically chameleon like as he slipped from place to place throughout the years. This time around, things had been relatively quiet. Though, the familiar urge was beginning to itch. His job at the local bookstore put him in contact with plenty. Not a single one had seemed to catch onto the fact that he was someone that they should have been staying away from and he took pleasure in the fact. Slipping under the noses of all.

A quiet afternoon was broken by the small chime above the door echoing out. Norman looked up from the desk, giving a smile to the familiar face that walked in. A regular that frequented the store maybe a little more often than one should a bookstore but nothing was ever said. "Hello there, stranger. Long time no see."

[quietlyrewrittenrules]

Open to all. Aria survived a massacre from a masked killer when she was younger. On the anniversary, she starts receiving odd messages. She tries to ignore it with a night out. Up to you on connection: friend, ex, killer, stalker, etc. @indiestarter

The odd notes had been arriving with an increased frequency over the last two weeks. Each made a little less sense than the last. It had been years since anything like tha that happened. After the media storm of the incident died out, the oddballs and the wannabes had faded as well. The recent recurrence of someone attempting to rattle her was hopefully a one off. Aria did her best to ignore it, even as it created a dwelling sense of panic in her chest that became harder and harder to push away.

A night out with a few friends was just what she needed. Some drinks, some laughter, a chance to forget about everything going on. Smiling as she leaned over the bar, she ordered another drink, oblivious to the person that was sliding up next to her.

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[fatesurvived]

open to : any, though i may be selective with replies // @indiestarter

muse : Athelstan, a former monk turned pagan from the Anglo-Saxon era. (fandom: vikings)

plot : This could be after his near-death stint with those in Kattegat, or perhaps a potential lady. Bonus points if she is English and/or Royal.

Athelstan may have been welcome in Kattegat and was even afforded a small home of his own with thanks from his friend and king, Ragnar, but that doesn't mean some doubted his proclamation of conversion and, with that, brought uncertainty and danger. As it stood, Floki had already made an attempt on his life; however, he was no longer a defenseless and shy monk; he was a warrior now. ❝ You have questions for me. ❞ Athelstan let the statement hang in the air a while before looking at the other. ❝ What more do I need to prove to you? ❞ His palms bore scars that would serve as a reminder of just what he had endured to get to this point.

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[frecklcfaced]

plot: two roommates watching TV when news of a zombie outbreak interrupts the show. Open to all @indiestarter

"Hurry up, you're missing all the good stuff. I'm pretty sure he's about to kiss that bombshell. God I hate that you got me hooked on this show." Waverly laughed. She felt like garbage, which meant that all she could really do was keep herself warm in her layers and binge watch brain rot television until she fell asleep. Thankfully, she had a great roommate, who could have been out at the bar but chose to hang out at home and possibly catch a cold from proximity.

"Ugh, never mind, they're interrupting it with news. What could be so important that they— Oh God, not again. Get in here; they're saying there's some new thing going around. I swear to God that better not be what I caught cause I can't miss my presentation Monday."

[frecklcfaced]

Based on the TV series From, open to all

She had been watching the car make that horrible circle. Once. Twice. They stopped on the street for only a brief moment outside of the diner, probably contemplating getting out to ask someone for directions before they decided to drive away again. On the third loop, they finally got out. While Glory wasn't the usual welcome wagon, the Sheriff was missing in action at the moment, and Glory was open in the open which lead the stranger to lock eyes with her before approaching. "Hi." Glory breathed nervously. She knew what question they would ask and the justifiable freak out they would have when she tried to explain, and that didn't ease her anxiousness at all.

"You're lost." She stated, her voice falling flat and the end instead of going up, because it wasn't a question. " My name's Glory. Is it just you in there?" She asked as she gestured to the waiting car behind the town's newest victim.

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[frecklcfaced]

Based on the TV series From, open to all

She had been watching the car make that horrible circle. Once. Twice. They stopped on the street for only a brief moment outside of the diner, probably contemplating getting out to ask someone for directions before they decided to drive away again. On the third loop, they finally got out. While Glory wasn't the usual welcome wagon, the Sheriff was missing in action at the moment, and Glory was open in the open which lead the stranger to lock eyes with her before approaching. "Hi." Glory breathed nervously. She knew what question they would ask and the justifiable freak out they would have when she tried to explain, and that didn't ease her anxiousness at all.

"You're lost." She stated, her voice falling flat and the end instead of going up, because it wasn't a question. " My name's Glory. Is it just you in there?" She asked as she gestured to the waiting car behind the town's newest victim.

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[thatwritingjuju]

open to: f/m/nb (35+ f if romantic) connection/plot: nate is assigned to shadow y/m to protect them after they disclosed information about a powerful individual to the fbi. they are relocated in a cabin in the deep woods let’s say somewhere up in maine where they’re the only company they have until the date of the trial nate’s bio

Two weeks, fourteen hours and six minutes since Nathaniel had been able to enjoy the comfort of his own bed. Normally on assignments it wouldn’t be much of an issue, however, he missed the sound of civilization. Growing up in a small town did mean less nightly noise - but the silence the deep woods brought almost felt alarming. Now, most nights he couldn’t sleep.

Sitting in front of a small bonfire, Nate sipped on cold beer. He strained his hearing to pick up any kind of sound besides the chirping crickets, owls hooting and the wind rustling the tops of the trees. When light footsteps suddenly resonated, hazel hues looked up to find the reason for his relocation. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked lowly, gaze falling back to the beer held between his legs. “There’s beer in that cooler next to you.”

//

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[dracuulea]

OPEN: It's Gonna Cost You

muse: Shayo Chibueze Kim, matriarch of the Hakashita Family, a yakuza family that specializes in protection from the supernatural (also part-time agent for Angel Falls)

"So lemme get this right: you want us to help you with your little infestation...but you don't have any money? So what exactly are you offering as payment?"

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[fatesurvived]

open to : any, though i may be selective with replies // @indiestarter

muse : Blair Riley. 20-29 years old, female, bisexual, newly turned vampire.

plot : Blair tracks down her sire, or rather her killer. the only problem is she has zero idea how she had blood in her system when they killed her.

❝ Surprised? Yeah, me too. ❞ Blair drawls sweetly to her sire, having appeared before them. She took a perfectly manicured nail, lifting it to her lips, wiping away the blood from her latest victim. ❝ I should be mad, but quite frankly, you set me free. ❞

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[fatesurvived]

open to : females, though I may be selective with replies // @indiestarter

muse : Casey Reed. 36m, straight. Former firefighter, currently works on a ranch.

plot : former firefighter/widower sleeps with y/m but can't commit to anything other than his daughter.

❝ Look, I don't regret last night, not at all, but - ❞ Casey trails off, licking his lips, looking at the beautiful woman in his bed. ❝ I still love my wife, and my focus needs to be on my daughter. I know it's not fair, Alicia is gone, you're here now, but I need time. ❞ The fact was that he lost his wife in a tragic accident, and he still needed to get closure. He did not sleep with the woman beside him simply because he could; he liked her, but he couldn't take that on right now.

[fatesurvived]

open to : any, though i may be selective with replies // @indiestarter

muse : Lena Velez. 27F, bi/demisexual. FBI agent.

plot : as the newest member of the fbi agency, one of her team members finds out about her past.

❝ I don't talk about it unless it's necessary. I'm not sure if you decided to just Google my name and go down the rabbit hole, but here it is. ❞ Lena draws in a deep breath, willing herself to go back to the memories she's worked hard to bury. ❝ When I was 6, I was kidnapped. Yes, I witnessed abuse, neglect, and murder. No, there is no long-lasting trauma. Yes, I see a therapist. No, I don't want to talk about it further. That about do it? ❞ She asked, though she didn't wait for an answer. ❝ Since you're here, you want a beer? ❞ She opened her door further, a half extension of an invitation inside.

[fatesurvived]

open to : any, though I may be selective with replies // @indiestarter

muse : Adrian Ivashkov. 21-24 years old, male, pansexual, moroi (vampire), and member of a royal family.

fandom : Vampire Academy/Bloodlines. (Novel based)

❝ That's hardly fair. You can say or do whatever you want, but when I do it, suddenly, it's spirit-induced psychosis? ❞ Adrian was clearly irritated; part of their theory was correct. He did have a touch of spirit darkness clouding his judgement, but not enough to go on a rampage or do something he might regret. ❝ That's a pretty messed-up moral code, and you know it. ❞ Adrian said with a clenched jaw.

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