#test muse

[damienstarrk]

@sunshinexstardust liked for a starter.

Stiles was leaving the gym after a good workout. Since leaving the FBI, he had a small workout routine to maintain his new twunk build. He had some muscles but wasn't big, looking like an early 2000s Hollister/Abercrombie model. He had on a fitted workout tank top and some baggy shorts as he walked out to his jeep. Sweat clinging to his arms.

[lustful-muse-universe]

Friendly Visit (Maria Island of Nudist Open)

(Y/M) stood before the entrance of your best friend's home both curious and a bit nervous. For years they had known each other but never been to their best friend's home. Their was always some excuse like 'your house is way more fun' or 'my house has way worse snacks' but the one that always came up was 'my mom is a bit of a weirdo'. It always left (y/m) curious to the point they were standing at the front door. With a soft knock all the thoughts raced through their head on why their best friend would never want them to come over. And once the door opened up the reason became very clear. Standing before the doorway was a thick beautiful milf. Soft in every beautiful way from her plump ass cheeks to a bit of pudge on her belly to her ample slightly sagging breast. She held no shame standing before the other naked, not bothering to cover up. She smiled a bit as she looked down.

"Oh! Hello there... wait you wouldn't happen to be Stacy's friend would you? Hehe I recognize you from the pictures she's shown me. I have to say those pictures don't do you justice... oh where are my manners. Come in. Make yourself at home. Stacy is over at her father's at the moment but she should be back home soon."

[loverbcys]

open to: f/m/nb

muse: cyrus woo - 34 - tattoo artist/piercer - top/dom

plot: y/m just broke up with their cheating ex and wants to send them a video with cyrus as payback.

possible connection(s): best-friend, his brother's ex, younger siblings best friend, step-sibling

"so let me get this straight, and correct me if i've left anything out-" cyrus started, an amused look settling across his face. "your stick in the mud ex cheated on an absolute catch like you, and you want to get revenge by sending him a video of you getting absolutely railed?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow at them. "i won't lie, you have me intrigued."

[endlessmuse-indierp]

Open to: m/f/nb (can lead to smxt, but doesn't have to) Connections: A student at her college, parent of a student, another teacher/professor, etc. @indiestarter

Beth was finally finished with her last class of the day and looking forward to heading home to her cat. She was starting to clean up the beakers left on the tables when a noise behind her made her turn around. "Yes, may I help you?"

[roleplaysearcherr]

Closed starter for @iprayforsilence

Tommy would have never given the NHL a single thought, he wasn’t exactly a sports guy and he wasn’t the right man to cover such a heated story like hockey. However, the story involved two words, one name, and one very interesting person (at least to Tommy), Ilya Rozanov. Even he had to admit the hockey player had talent—and that was why he had jumped at opportunity to write a piece on the Russian. Of course, he had some more….selfish reasons, but those don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

His plan was to establish a sort of trust with the hockey player because he knew how tough it could be to break through Ilya’s walls. That being said, that meant he had to attend the end of the year NHL awards to do so. Tommy wanted the piece to be extensive, an off season and season long sort of extensive. There was the possibility that only half of what he collected would be used on the final product, but he had always been an all for nothing or nothing at all type of person.

So, Tommy dressed up in a suit—not a tux because unfortunately the event was far too last minute to rent—dirty blond curls actually styled for once, and phone already recording a voice note because he had never been the best at remembering conversations despite his career. Needless to say, finding Ilya amongst the chaos was a horribly taxing experience, but it did pay off in the end. He had found the man walking out of the bathroom and approached him, hand out intending on a handshake “Ilya—“ he starts, thinking going on a first name basis was a horrible idea a little too late. “Mr. Rozanov, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?” God, he was horrible at communicating for being a journalist.

[ofholocenemuses]

Open to: All historical / fantasy muses. Setting: Medieval Fantasy - potentially modern fantasy / supernatural. Muse: Seraphina Delyth - Immortal Warrior - Appears to be 30 - Bisexual P L E A S E D O N O T L I K E M Y P O S T ! ! ! @indiestarter The cold kiss of steel rested just below Seraphina's jaw. A blade. Drawn with precision. Held by a hand she knew as well as her own. "And here I was, thinking we'd outgrown this..." She drawled through gritted teeth. Their scent was achingly familiar. Leather, iron, and the faintest trace of pine. It brought a flood of memories crashing over her. Battles fought side by side, quiet words exchanged in the dead of night, promises whispered when they’d been foolish enough to believe the world couldn’t touch them. The blade trembled. Just once. A fraction of hesitation before it was pressed firmer against her throat. She exhaled, slow and deliberate, her pulse thrumming against the sharp edge. "If you're going to kill me..." Her voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. "At least have the courtesy of looking me in the eye when you do it."

[despairs-memorial]

She sighs as she listlessly flips through the fashion magazine. The pages and pages dedicated to uninspiring, uninteresting, and frankly ugly outfits had gone beyond boring her to just insulting her at this point.

"What I wouldn't give for someone to just, like, get rid of all of these designers. It's just insulting at this point to even look at these. My eyes are going to turn lychee jelly if I have to look at these a nanosecond longer."

[atangledfate]

" Maybe if i gave Jax a hug he won't be so--- angry with me... do you think? maybe... "