#open starters.

[neverhcme]

open: everyone muse: shawn calder. homicide investigator, bi, thirty-four. (dylan o'brien: oc) plot: shawn has been working on a case for over two months now. a lot of sleepless nights and, sadly, some neglect on his romantic life. so, his partner (friend / lover / friend w. benefits / whatever you want) has finally had enough and tries to convince him to take a break.

"Babe.. please." Words left him in an instance when he felt hands against his tense shoulders. "I really need to solve this case." Shawn had been all about his work lately and even though he usually was a very attentive person to be around... this case made him seem like anything but. Unfortunately, Muse B had no idea why Shawn was enveloped in this case. He had avoided telling that part of his past to anyone.

[burninglovefm]

Plot: desperately want a plot of a secret love affair between a rakish knight and princess/queen/duchess set in medieval/period fantasy times. they had been secret lovers for quite a long time until she was forced to marry another for the sake of saving her family/kingdom. thus, she had broken up with riordan and barely a few weeks after that he had been sent away on battle. some months later, he has returned and after watching y/m and husband at court, he's had enough of the clearly empty marriage between y/m and their spouse and has come to reclaim back their relationship. gimme all the clandestine moments of passion, jealousy and secret glances, and babies that are not her husband's in the very near future.

Riordan angrily shoved her bodyguard's arm away when he tried to stop the bristling knight from entering her chambers. Thankfully for him, her new personal knight was his friend and thus he reluctantly let Riordan in despite her orders for he knew how miserable both parties had been. "Him?? So he is the one you've chosen to marry and cast me aside for? Do not try to fool me that you love him. Any one with a pair of eyes can see how ill-suited the two of you are."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | any connection welcome, assume away. legit go wild. t*boo/forbidden welcome. | please read rules before interacting. }

Blind dates. Bailey hated the idea; the thought of dating never actively crossed her mind on most days when she was too focused on advancing in her career. Being the best of the best. How had she let herself get dragged into this debacle? Well, her closest colleague had begged her to at least try it, once, and with her higher-ups enforcing mandatory time off to avoid burnout, she knew staying in and studying more procedures would end in disapproval from her bosses, so yes, here she was. Awaiting a date with a stranger. God, she felt so out of her element.

[invigouros]

open to younger tops. ulrik is a college professor of history, and your muse found out his affinity to offer his holes to his students. your muse has exploited this knowledge for months and treating him as your personal whore. now ulrik is saying no more ... but your muse can remind him why he won't do that.

" we can't keep doing this. you can't keep doing this to me. we need to stop. " ulrik said, trying to put as much authority in his voice as he can. he was still the professor here and he should be in control. he should know how to stand his ground.

but even with all the effort, his voice still sounded more like begging which is not helped by how shaky his words were. " this is very unprofessional and inappropriate. do you understand? "

[graveston3s]

open to : everyone !

" you don't love me , you hardly know me . "

[twistedgrace]

Riley paced his living room, the small, neatly wrapped box resting on the coffee table catching his nervous glances every few seconds. Two years. It felt surreal how quickly time had passed since their first date, and yet, every moment with them had felt meaningful, like a carefully curated exhibit of memories. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and smoothed his hands over his pants, trying to calm the flutter of nerves. The gift wasn’t extravagant, but it was deeply personal—a silver bracelet engraved with a date and a phrase that meant everything to them.

When the door opened, and he saw their familiar smile, Riley couldn’t help but return it, his earlier nerves fading. “Happy anniversary,” he greeted warmly, moving to press a kiss to their cheek before leading them inside. “I, uh, got you something. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it.” He motioned toward the small box, watching their expression carefully, a mix of excitement and vulnerability in his eyes.

[fromsaudades]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍 was where she spent the majority of her days, diligently ensuring that the animals were well cared for, nurtured, and as healthy as circumstances would allow. Though she had grown accustomed to the pungent odors that permeated the air, she couldn’t shake the anxiety that others might begin to associate her with that unsettling aroma. “You work too much,” they would often say, but for her, it was the only way to distract herself from the fear that threatened to seep into her very psyche.

With a stethoscope pressed firmly against the animal’s fur, she focused intently, striving to discern whether everything sounded normal. “So far, so good, I’d say,” she murmured, though she struggled to pinpoint the root of the issue—the newfound behaviors and erratic mood swings that troubled her. She frowned, glancing up at the observer. “Would you like to pet her? I assure you, she won’t bite.” / ( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 )

[slumpcd]

" then what? would you kill for me? " tilting her head as she looked up at them. " would you? "