#open indie

[elegancemultimuse]

OPEN: Female, Male, Nonbinary. CONNECTION: Ex-romantic partner. PLOT: Rosemary is feeling as someone is following her. Since she is feeling unsafe, she goes down a side street and eventually finds herself knocking on your muses' door because it's the only address she knows that is nearby. It doesn't occur to her it's weird to show up unannounced years after the breakup because she's too scared and wants comfort.

Rosemary could feel a set of eyes on her as she turned down the road. The car behind her was moving slowly as it had been for the last block or so. Her heart was pumping and all Rosemary could think about was getting away. The young woman slipped through an alleyway, as she knew that it would be harder to follow her. As she zigzagged around the different streets, she made her way to a familiar address. Rosemary was knocking on the door before she really thought through her actions. When the door opened, she bit down on her lip. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go."

[silkchvffon]

open to: m / f / nb. muse: dallas marston, twenty - six, technician and foot soldier in crime syndicate. plot: our muses are out on a date together when dallas gets a call from his boss to dispose of a body. feel free to assume any connection !

ONE NIGHT OFF, THAT'S ALL dallas had requested, and in his hopefulness he'd believed it would even be possible. he'd barely said a word into the phone, scared any words would give him away, but he knows better than to question his new task or postpone it. instead his car comes to a halt by the side of a desolate road, and he looks insistently over at his date. « please, wait in the car. please. i'll never ask anything of you again, just don't move, » he begs, scooting out of the driver's seat and slipping into the dark night.

[luriddaze]

OPEN to f/m/nb 21+ ! plot: cliche friends to lovers. beckham has had a little too much to drink and is saying far too much.

"your cheeks are so red right now. it's fucking adorable. is someone a little drunk?" he teased playfully, his own words slightly slurred.

[luciddream5]

@indiestarter Muse: Alyssa Moretti, age range available: 23-28 Open to: Males - boyfriend/fiancé/husband - open to him being one of her bodyguard's & that's how they met/fell in love or he could be a cop or whatever, really. Open to other ideas, too. Based upon this gif set

Being part of the Moretti family wasn't always easy. Alyssa had nothing to do with the family's illegal practices, but that didn't always matter. It didn't help that her identical twin, Ella, was heavily involved, wanting to take over for their father one day. It could make her a target. Currently, that was the likely situation, she assumed. Someone had taken her, and she was in an abandoned building, seemed like maybe it was offices, not that she paid much mind. She managed to escape and was running -- and a little lost. Fear rattled through her, trying not to cry or breath too hard or make noise… but that was difficult. Next thing she knew, she was struggling with her captor. She had no idea how, but she got the gun away, and shot him. It had the other male's attention, hearing the footsteps. She aimed, hands shaking until she saw his familiar face, gun lowering, but still held in two small hands, "I - I killed him… I k-killed him," she stammered, staring at the man on the floor, bleeding, but still alive. She couldn't seem to look away. She didn't even really notice or hear him tell her to give him the gun, simply easily releasing it to him once he reached for it.

[prxpheciies]

open to : any (25+ & f if romantic) muse : adam walker (he/him, heterosexual, mechanic) plot : based on bulletpoint four from this post

Looking across the wires and the smoke that curled from the engine, Adam did not look very hopeful about the state of the other's car. While he was certain he could fix it — there was very little he was convinced that he couldn't repair — this wasn't going to be an easy case. "Do you want the truth or would you rather I lie to you?" he then turned to them, wiping the sweat that was beading down his forehead with the back of his hand and leaving a mark of grease in its wake.

[stcyingstill]

open to: f / m / nb

muse: beau calloway. 27. bull rider. frankly just a rich fuck boy.

plot: beau is in his brand safe era! no more sleeping around! he promises! or  y/m agrees to fake date beau to keep his sponsors happy. but does it turn to something more? feel free to define their relationship a little more if you want!

“three months, nothing serious, and i’ll take you to all the fashion shows and fancy dinners,” he explains, smirk on his face. there is a hint of mischief in his demenor. it’s not that he doesn’t mean it, just he feels he’s putting up an offer the other can't refuse. “deal?”

[loeathing]

open to: anyone!

muse: maeve taylor. 27. restaurant singer, serial killer.

plot: y/m just found out maeve may or may not have murderous tendencies (she does). have fun w it!! assume any connection.

"you know it's not very nice to snoop through other people's belongings." maeve tutted from the entryway, taking in the other standing in what they often thought was a work of art. many years of hard work decorated the spacious room: decayed teeth pulled straight from the root, hair follicles, the odd body part. they were all stored away in a precious display, one they were now disturbing. "what? now you're scared?" the laugh rumbled straight from her chest as the door clicked behind her. "you are just so curious, aren't you? haven't you ever heard of curiosity killing people?" she waved a hand as if dismissing the idea, but they both knew the card was still in play. they had seen far too much, and those who witnessed crimes almost always ran their pretty little mouths. it didn't matter that they had history. that always seemed to be the encouraging factor. more reason to play victim. no one wanted to admit how much they loved being the center of attention until a perfect opportunity fell into their lap. "what do you think? do you think your curiosity is gonna kill ya?"

[pearlsnperfume]

“ you’ve got about five seconds to tell me whether i’m hallucinating . . . or if you actually thought showing up here was a good fucking idea ? “