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[kataramenespsyxes]

“ i would be careful if i were you.

someone would think that you start to care about me.”

[incalescentia]

open to: any muse: august foster. 29. pansexual. late night radio dj host. connection: your muse recently moved in with august — after both of your partners cheated on you two with each other.

August can’t lie — finding a positive in the midst of this situation has been difficult even for him, someone who is known to never take life seriously. Considering the future may not be his vibe, but he didn’t expect his (now ex) girlfriend Dana to go and fuck around with some uptight dude that doesn’t wear socks with loafers. So, he has a 401k and knows how to invest in a stock? Big whoop. Where’s the fun in stability? There’s no room for surprise. Dana may argue that August leaves little to the imagination in his own way too. That sleeping in until noon — due to his job, which Auggie has expressed a thousand times — and seeing how many cheetos he can catch in his mouth while watching another rerun of Friends isn’t worth the time and effort anymore. Either way, fuck her. She went about dumping him the wrong way, which wasn’t even an official breakup to begin with. August caught her with him in his building’s parking lot, making out in the car. It probably says more about him that his first instinct was to go upstairs and smoke a joint over confronting her. He did anyway, which led to Dana screaming at him for an hour while she packed about how Auggie ‘lacked direction’.  Moving on from this wouldn’t be all too bad if it weren’t for the constant reminder haunting his apartment. Was it stupid agreeing to let the dude’s ex move in here? Probably, but they were left out to dry in a similar fashion and didn’t have anywhere to go. Auggie had a spare room and needed someone to split rent with. It was reasonable. Only now he has to clean up the kitchen after himself and can’t walk around half-asleep in his briefs. He also has to deal with random crying at 3 am when he gets home, filtering in through the thin walls.

“Hey,” Auggie greets. It’s a Thursday around 8pm and he’s on his way out. The figure covered in a fluffy blanket on the couch stops him though. “You look… like a depressed wizard. Gandalf after a divorce, maybe.”

[cursedvessels]

Open to anyone !! Shiloh Di Caprio--33. Half-Italian. Ex-convict. Florist. Tough guy with a soft heart. Tourettes. Anger issues. Terrible RBF. Attends AA regularly to be able to see his daughter plot: y/m has mistaken Shiloh for someone they used to know well (a friend, coworker, childhood sweetheart, crush, ex, etc); location could be a small party he did floral arrangements for, convenience store, something simple--no bars/clubs!! @indiestarter

Shiloh stares for a minute, then glances around like he's trying to figure out who exactly they're talking to, but it becomes very apparent that it is, in fact, him to whom they're referring with a completely different name.

"Oh, um...?" Brows twitch downward and he squints at them in confusion, blinking hard a couple of times. He's not exactly sure how to handle this considering they seem relentlessly convinced he is who they think he is.

"I'm sorry, what- what is-- Who are you again..?" Goddammit, he's such an idiot. Just tell them who you are and move on...Don't be a fucking weirdo. He can't help it, though. He's never been very good at socialising. Being anywhere aside from work or home is already way out of his comfort zone, so his mouth is sort of moving faster than his brain at this point. Is he really just going to pretend he's someone else, though? That seems ludicrous. Insane, really...

[ricketybcnts]

◅ OPEN STARTER ▻ 　　　 ⧞　　　　 › muse: terry › open to: mfnb, 21+ › suggested connection: someone who deliveries groceries / sundries to terry at the village ( since it's out of the way of the rest of civilization ! ) and they've stricken up a friendship or romantic interest in each other 👉👈 ... whatever works best! feel free to dm for more plotting :) ▯▯▯ terry recently inherited an entire village and currently he is the only human occupying it ... right now, he's giving y/m the grand tour and is making plans with them on how to get people on board; fill the homes, man the shops, etc. ━━━━━━━━━━━ @indiestarter

"It's more or less a ghost town, at the moment, but it's not all bad," he said through half a smile.

"There're the animals, for one thing. Crocodiles, butterflies, foxes ... all manner of living things." He'd grown up in the mountains, so the quiet wasn't grossly different from what he was used to, but he was eager to fill the empty buildings with busied bodies.

"I know you have your life-" a pensive pause, "where you live, but I wouldn't mind seeing more of you. Around here."

[princeofbrokenhearts]

Open to: female, 21+, royalty/aristocracy @indiestarterVerse & Muse: Raider King (Viking Clan Leader) — Alastair, age range 25-45, ruler of a major Viking clan. Plot: Alastair’s people have ravaged your kingdom, taking the castle — and the heir — hostage. Alastair insists the heir to the kingdom marry him to legitimize his claim to the lands/kingdom.

“I will treat you well,” Alastair told her, looking at her and speaking gruffly. He’d lived in court for the first thirteen years of his life, but the Viking lifestyle had taken away his polished linguistics. “I don’t plan to harm you, or force myself on you,” he swore, trying to make the crying princess feel better.

“I am a good man, underneath the conquering layer,” Alastair informed her, his gaze and tone softening. “I just do what my people are accustomed to, and we kill as few as possible,” he added, being honest about it. “We aren’t an overly violent lot, and will guard your kingdom once our clans are allied,” Alastair swore.

[reevezs]

// @indiestarter // your muse died in an accident and after a few months/years they appear at Eric's door - perfectly fine and alive, but soon, he realizes it's the day before the accident. it's possible to swap muses for this one and use Zach.

Was he losing his mind? No, they were standing there; there was no need to pinch them to confirm that. Did he have an explanation for what was happening? Absolutely not.

"Wha—No, I'm okay, please come in."

Once the initial shock was... Well, not gone but under control enough for him to say anything, Eric stepped aside and let them in. How was it even possible that they knocked on his door again, that they were standing there looking absolutely fine and oblivious to what he had gone through? As if they didn't know he had been ear-deep in nostalgia since that horrible day, going through the memories they had made together and coming to terms that there wouldn't be any new ones. As if they didn't know they had died.

[craviiiings]

open to: anyone!!

plot: this is pretty vague, take it how you will! think angsty, smutty,…

lana scanned the room, filled with cheap perfume that couldn't possibly be hers. "i guess you had a nice night." jealousy written all over her face, though knowing she wasn't even in a position to feel this way.

[monarchsofprophecy]

Open To: 21+ anyone [age gaps welcomed!] || @indiestarter || Muse: Aislin, 20s-30s, Grad/Medical Student || Connection: Professor/TA, TA/Student, FWB, former professor x student, etc. || Plot Idea(s): p0rn w/out pl0t; Your muse is into Aislin, but she’s your muse’s Professor/TA. Despite this, lust gets the best of them both and Aislin finds herself on her knees in front of them.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” Aislin observed, kneeling in front of her lover and admiring their appearance and what she couldn’t see as easily. “How’d I get so lucky?” Aislin giggled, palming her lover slowly and patiently to work them up, debating putting her free hand between her own two legs, aching for affection — or she wouldn’t have been doing any of this.

“I want to use my mouth on you so badly,” she confessed, kissing their groin through their pants, even sucking a bit through the fabric to torture them properly. “Does it arouse you when I act like this? Worshipping you?” she asked bluntly, batting her eyelashes up at her lover.