here’s a list of some plots that i really really want. i’ve credited the original posts where i’ve gotten most of these from!
age gap aus: (cr.)
You live in my building and are so attractive let me always offer to carry your things up the stairs since the elevator is broken in hopes you’ll invite me in.
I’m a new Intern and my boss’s spouse is super foxy.
You’re an 800 year old vampire and I just turned 18.
I’m in desperate need for some cash so I became a Sugarbaby.
You’re my parent’s boss and I accepted your advances because I didn’t want them to get fired but you actually were just interested in me and you’re sorta cool.
We met online, hooked up and it turns out you’re my best friend’s aunt/uncle.
secretly dating/fucking aus: (cr.)
I’m your boss’s child.
You’re a really close friend of my sibling/parent/cousin/roommate but we also really hit it off?
We’re coworkers and usually that wouldn’t be a problem but I’m your boss, so stop looking at me like that.
You’re my RA and you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t hook up with your residents but can we overlook that for just tonight? and next week? and for the rest of the semester, maybe?
We hooked up after the office party even though there’s a strict no dating rule and honestly? we shouldn’t keep doing this but it was really fun.
soulmate aus: (cr.) / (cr.)
All of your dreams are your soulmate’s most significant memories from that given day.
Your soulmate’s hair color is the color of your eyes. the color of your eyes also changes to match the color of their hair if they dye it.
You wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them.
apartment aus: (cr.) / (cr.) / (cr.)
Your apartment is next to/above mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and I haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes.
I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week.
I accidentally took your laundry but just so you know you have awesome taste in underwear.
The walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbor.
One person keeps showing up at the others place because they claim there’s always pokemon lurking there but really they just have a massive crush and wants to see them all the time.
famous aus: (cr.) / (cr.) / (cr.)
Plot where muse a is famous as fuck and creates a fake fan account on twitter/tumblr to feel kinda closer to fans and it’s all good and no one really knows it’s him and he’s getting to know what fans want from him but then enters muse b, who’s so completely in love with muse a and his music. The two begin to talk and they become friends and soon they’re texting constantly and she tells him everything and fangirls about her idol to him and they’ve both caught feelings really badly. So one day muse b gets a little scared that she’s being catfished so she asks muse a to video call her. Out of fear of losing her, he agrees and, surprise bitch, it’s her fucking idol.
We’re bandmates and we’re both straight as fuck but we’re currently on tour and it’s been a busy six months with hardly any time to go out and meet people, wanna hook up? It’s better than nothing, right? — But oh shit we’ve been at it for two months and the sex doesn’t really feel meaningless anymore and I have no idea what to do because aren’t we supposed to be straight?
I’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me I’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad.
colega, ainda tá turnando? tô afim de melhorar a escrita etc e tô querendo companhia hihi
⠀ ⠀ ʚ♡ɞ ⠀ ⠀ oi nony! sua ask faz tempo que tá aqui e eu não faço ideia de quem você seja haha, mas vou usar ela pra dizer que estou turnando sim! caso alguém tenha visto meu post no começo do ano e eu não dei continuidade nos plots pelo chat eu sinto muito!! eu tive alguns problemas pessoais relacionados a faculdade e depressão e fiquei totalmente off de qualquer rede social, especialmente aqui :( quase não tenho contato mais com a galera daqui, então quem ver esse post pode me chamar!
⠀ ⠀ ʚ♡ɞ ⠀ ⠀ oie gente .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀eu sou a roma (+20), e acho que boa parte da tag aqui já me conhece, só de seguir ou jogar juntas em rpg, pois sou velha nessa vida! eu dei uma desaparecida completa daqui, por motivos de vida adulta, mas tenho muita saudade de escrever!
enfim, players antigos e novos (será que temos??) me coloco aberta a plots! eu jogo todo tipo de plot, desde os mais bobinhos aos mais pesados inclusive de fantasia/universos alternativos (tenho um gosto especial por plots de época/high fantasy/dark)! tenho muita saudade de escrever turnos gigantescos iguais os da época de ouro dos rpgs.
se alguém estiver aberto a jogar dá um like ou me chama! ♡
Theodore almost looked ashamed, hair dashingly falling into his eyes, as the clock struck past midnight and, until then, the crackling fire his only companion in the Slytherin common room.
There would be war.
“You mustn't.” His voice was nothing but a whisper, the tiredness that took up his whole body – ever so evidently by the enormous purple-coloured bags under his eyes – stopping him from sounding more amorous or his usually devoted tone, as he was to her. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to lay down as Draco hadn’t returned from his nighttime endeavours, to which he had no idea what it was. “It would pain me horribly to be the one to keep you from your beauty sleep.”
The tip of his ears reddened as soon as the words came out, the thought of Daphne getting herself ready for bed setting on his mind much more than he would like, fearing turning his head and getting a glimpse of her robe. Nott thought of it – Daph sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her gold hair a thousand times and singing, like a princess would do. Yes, to him, she rose above the mere ladyship and took on royalty.
Daphne’s glare permitted him a scoff, but the moment of complicity lasted only enough for her to set a hand on his. Talk to me, and, even if fighting against every single instinct he possessed, how could he deny anything when it came through Greengrass’ honey-laced voice? “It’s just… it’s too real.”
Draco’s mark on his forearm, that haunted Theo since he had been there, as a witness, while he got it, the agitation in which Potter and its gang seemed to dwell on – even old and useless Dumbledore absence now did the opposite of soothing and humouring him.
“Merlin, Daph, there will be a war. A real war, and one where we already have our alliances sorted out for us.” With war came not only death and destruction, but the absolutely annihilation of life as they knew, of their society. Winning side or not, where would he stand in the aftermath? If the Dark Lord emerged victorious, would he be damned to a life of eternal servitude and thankfulness? And if he stood on the defeated side, would he be condemned, judged – maybe truly arrested, sentenced to death in Azkaban, even without a mark on his arm – and turned into a pariah?
It made him dizzy to think.
“I, I can’t… I will be by His side, my father would never allow otherwise. And what if, what if I don’t want to fight? I don’t. I have no interest in war, no interest in fighting.” Theodore cared, maybe, to what happened to him, but little to everyone else. He had no reason to engage in battle, as Lord Nott thought the exact opposite, but little choice. “But I will, I suppose. Even if without cause.”
“Will you not fight for Draco? Pansy? Blaise?” For some reason, Greengrass optimistic thoughts were the only ones that never bored him. “You can choose your own side, Theo.”
He considered it. Someone had to be there for Draco, to keep him alive at the very least, and this had always fallen upon Theo’s duties. Someone also had to embrace Pansy, he knew too well she was more fearful than she would ever admit (he had the privilege of being her cousin and of being allowed into family secrets), and someone also had to make sure Blaise didn’t spiral into reckless behaviour. “For Parkinson? I’m not sure.”
The girl rolled her eyes, shoving him off, warning him to not divert his attention and bottle everything up. “You didn’t ask if I would fight for you.” He said, after a moment of silence. They stared at each other, too close, too vulnerable, too completely lost into the madding atmosphere of not only the common room but the world.
Theodore could count every single freckle that graced Daphne’s face from there – not that he hadn’t already memorised them all – and see the hint of blue in her eyes.
He realised that there was very little he wouldn’t do for her.
It meant fighting a war. It meant killing Voldemort with his bare hands if had to.
It scared him to death.
“I will not let you fight alone.”
And someone had to make sure Daphne wouldn’t let all of her good heart disappear or, worse, put herself on the line because of it.
He kissed the top of her head, swallowing hard and thinking he had too much to lose.
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