#indie open

[littlewrensx]

open: m/f/nb plot: bridgerton-inspired regency

Her first ball of the season, and already her patience was wearing thin. The music swelled, the laughter chimed, and the room glittered with silks and jewels and carefully curated interest. She knew what she was meant to be doing. Smiling. Watching. Waiting to be noticed. Instead, she stood just off to the side, gaze lifted to the vaulted ceiling, tracing the way the chandeliers scattered light across painted plaster and polished marble. The room itself was beautiful. Impeccably so. Safer, somehow, than the people inside it.

[princesslcore]

I really want to do a plot where we take four muses each and don't tell each other anything about the others besides the basics. We can just let out muses vibe organically or start fights or cause drama. Please

[spiritusmuses]

Calvin had faced long deployments and endless nights with a steady calm, but nothing unsettled him quite like the sight of you waiting by the café window—just like you used to all those years ago. The stoic armor he wore for everyone else melted the moment your eyes met his, and in that instant, it wasn’t Sergeant Cross standing there, it was simply Calvin—the boy who used to walk you home and promise he’d write every chance he got. His lips curved into a rare, gentle smile, the kind he saved only for you. "Hey I didn't think you were going to show." He had hoped but he knew being in and out of her life that expecting anything would be foolish.

Open to Females | Meeting up again after a long deployment.

[luriddaze]

OPEN to m/f/nb 21+ / peyton day - the quirky dancer, a little excessive in everything she does. never chills, ever.

"holy shit! you've somehow gotten more hot since we were in high school." peyton couldn't help but exclaim, her cheeks immediately flushing as she ran into her crush from years prior at the local nightclub. "wait - that's probably not how i should start a conversation. can i try that again?"

[elegancemultimuse]

OPEN: Female, Male, Nonbinary. CONNECTION: Fellow figure skater, hockey player, anyone who realistically can skate quickly. PLOT:Hope is partaking in the Winter Olympics. She challenges your muse (who could be a friend or a rival) to a friendly race. It could end in one of them gloating because they won. It’s a dangerous game to play when the prize is whatever the winner wants. Or it could end with them slamming into each other at full speed and falling over. You tell me.

Hope smirked as she looked over at them. She was fairly confident on her skates, and had been skating for as long as she could remember. Hope was also very completive, and that feeling was only heightened by their current environment. The fact that she was surrounded by some of the most in shape and attractive people in the world wasn’t lost on Hope. “How about you and I have a race? The winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want.”

[deerhunteer]

open to: f ( mutuals and non mutuals ) plot: river and y/m went out for drinks with a group of friends and he got drunk. now he's clingy to y/m. connection: feel free to assume!

the  night  had  blurred  at  the  edges–-  drinks,  loud  laughter,  music  thumping  just  a  little  too  hard  but  river  was  smiling  in  that  loose,  unguarded  way  he  only  ever  wore  when  he  was  drunk  enough  to  forget  himself.  somehow,  without  anyone  quite  noticing  when  it  happened,  he  had  migrated  closer.  his  shoulder  bumped  into  theirs  and  stayed  there,  heavy  and  warm,  like  it  belonged.  an  arm  slung  around  their  waist,  not  even  asking  permission–-  just  settling  in,  fingers  absentmindedly  tracing  small,  l a z y  patterns  through  fabric.  “  mmh,  ”  he  hummed,  cheek  pressing  against  their  shoulder  as  if  the  room  tilted  without  them.  “  you’re  comfy.  ”  every  laugh  sent  him  clinging  a  little  more,  chin  dropping  to  their  shoulder,  breath  warm  against  their  neck.  he  listened  to  their  voice  like  it  was  the  best  thing  in  the  room,  nodding  along  even  when  he  definitely  wasn’t  following  the  story  anymore.  when  someone  teased  him  about  it,  river  barely  cracked  one  eye  open.  “  shh,  ”  he  murmured,  tightening  his  hold  just  a  touch.  “  they’re  mine  tonight.  ”  the  words  were  soft,  slurred,  sweet.

[deliratio]

OPEN  TO:  m/nb 23+

MUSE: Tiana Jewel / 35 / former pro tennis player now wife of a rich cartel boss

CONNECTION: someone who works for her husband, her husband's relative (cousin, brother, etc.), her husband's best friend, etc.

Tiana slowly lowered her left leg, which had been crossed over her right. For a brief moment, her expensive designer dress’s excessively short skirt revealed more than just her thighs before she crossed her right leg over her left again. “Are you trying to end our little fun times now?” she asked, visibly unimpressed, swirling a long strand of black hair around her index finger. “You didn’t give me the impression yesterday that you didn’t like it. You moaned so loudly, I was worried the hotel room neighbors would knock on our door.”

[ofginjxints]

really wanna write michael but can't come up with an open starter so please like this and I'll write something from your wishlist