𓆩♡𓆪 open to ; all / anybody
𓆩♡𓆪 connection/plot ideas ; up to you, go wild !
₊˚⊹♡ ' NAH AH, that is . . . literally illegal. you're describing something illegal you do realize that right? '
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"Oh no, no that was not a good smell. No." Val darted away as quickly as she could from a passing food tray and found an open window. She felt someone stop next to her. "Please tell me that made you sick too. I don't want to be the weak one here."
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Open Starter: Anyone
Where: Boiler Room Bar
Time: Start of his shift (6 pm)
Checking his watch, James noticed it was 6 pm and walked behind the bar to begin his shift. He noticed a couple of regulars already nursing their drinks and looked around to see if there was anyone he didn't recognize. Since it was the beginning of his shift, he figured he would take the time to check and see if anyone needed a refill on their drinks as he got settled in for yet another night at The Boiler Room.
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Open starter: (@nightreststarters)
Location: Gym
Garrett renewed his old gym membership, getting himself used to being back in town. He decided to start at the free weights to warm up for a little while before he saw one of his go-to leg machines open up. Walking over he realized someone else was also about to put their water bottle down. "My bad, go ahead."
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open to: f
plot: zion over hears your muse arguing with someone outside the bar .
" you always let him talk to you like that ? " husked voice breaks through night air . what he thought would be a quick 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 , gave him front row seats to the whole argument. chalky gravel beneath his boots and drowned out music from the bar , still wasn't enough to cover up the harsh words .
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David (Open Starter)
A soft raspy chuckle came from the darkness, "What's a tasty little thing like you doing out here so late?" David snickered. The Vampire took a small step out from under the shadow of the boardwalk, flashing the stranger a dangerous grin. "The boardwalk isn't exactly the safest place after dark." he said in a teasing tone. The creature could hardly help himself, he loved to toy with his prey.
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your muses's place - open
Connor hadn't seen Daniela since teaching her the tricks of axe throwing so that she could impress her work friends. They planned to hang out again but never got the chance, and that made him realize how many friends he consistently left in the planning stage of hanging out. With the concept of 'there's always tomorrow' feeling shaky right now, he decided to start spending time with people now. Which is how he ended up at their door. "I'm here, and I brought pizza."
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Aviel looks down at his ringed fingers, wiggling them as if debating if each one is on the right digit. Sips his cold brew, then:
"Is it rude to not wear the ring my student made and gifted to me? Well truthfully, it was made out of three pieces of macaroni and some Elmers. Feel like it should be preserved somewhere safe. Perhaps mounted and framed, hung in the MET... not worn on my pesky little hand."
A laugh. "I dunno, would macaroni look good on me?"
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𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥: bret was in a rush to get to his latest audition and cut YOUR MUSE off in traffic, angrily shouting at the other driver and calling them some colourful names. when he arrives to the audition, he runs into YOUR MUSE again
𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: rivals, casting agent x actor, etc. open to plots!
It was safe to say that Bret had a small amount of road rage - but even he knew his latest run-in with idiot drivers was a little much. Pulling into the parking lot and pacing over towards the building he was due to audition at in a number of minutes, Bret recounted the string of insults he hurled at the other person. One corner of his mouth creeping up as he held the door open for the person behind him, smile slowly dropping as recognition dawned on his face.
"Okay, but in my defence," he began before the other person had a chance to hit him in the face just before he was due to read lines. "You were driving like a maniac.
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standing against the wall in his apartment's kitchen, a box of chinese take-out in his hands, lauren lazily picked at the noodles he'd ordered as a silence settled over them. they had been seeing each other, off and on, for about six months now. lauren was hesitant to call him his boyfriend-- it was still hard for him to admit caring for people and making those connections with them despite the fact he was retired-- but for what it was worth, that's what he considered them; even if he hadn't voiced it.
"have you ever been to greece?" he questioned, unprompted, as he kept his eyes down on the slightly cooled noodles. "i have to make a trip for work, i have a silly fluff piece i have to write," he lied, "and was thinking i could take you with me..."
open to tops
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Where: The Brooklyn Museum
Status: Open
The glorified laundry attendant cleans up fine, he supposes. A nice little suit that he’d definitely not stolen from that multi-floor Macy’s in Herald Square. It’s easy when you already have a few shopping bags on you, and try on a few suits in a big armful all at once in the dressing room. His gold watch and gold chain are the rare pieces of shine, a touch of ‘expensive’ to make him look more like he belongs. And even if he doesn’t belong in some tight-ass event with waiters and busboys and a band... he loves pretending he does.
His third glass of wine tastes as good as the first. He’s keeping an eye on his colleagues, mostly if they ever need backup. His fists are perpetually scabbed, itching for a fight. But everyone’s just chatting. A bit boring. He leans back against the bar counter. “Sheez. I’ve never seen so many people drooling over statues from... what, 100 years ago? My grandma’s older than that. Put her on display.”
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𓆩♡𓆪 open to ; anybody if platonic and f / nb ( f presenting ) if romantic please
𓆩♡𓆪 connection/plot ideas ; ex? baby mama that no longer is with him? ex-friend? anything that comes to your mind honestly, go wild !
₊˚⊹♡ ' I DIDN'T WANT to come here, but i need your help. '
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open starter
plot: you are a new patient of his and there is a mutual attraction. the conversation turns sexual.
open to: f
"it's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed. this is a judgment-free space. and after all, we are all human beings. if you wish to talk about about your sexual frustrations, desires or experiences, we can do that. this is your therapy and i'm here to help you."
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Where: Denver Public Library
Who: Open @chqstarter
It was common to see Asa Holland skulking through the endless shelves with a handful of books in his tattooed arms, eyes darting back and forth from title to title as he put things away. Everything was methodical, cyclical- the books came back, they went back into their spots. They were taken out, and they came back. Usually. But there were checks and balances for it all, numbers and inventory. Things that gave the Irishman comfort- often moreso than the smiling faces of children hurrying in for storytime, or the book-club goers waving idly as they headed in with coffee-cups and matching dust jackets.
Regardless of how the public thought of him, he ran the library, and he did so very well. If anyone spared him more than a passing thought, they'd maybe think the story strange, that the disquieting older man had popped into Denver of all places and ended up as head of the massive library. Especially when his social skills were... lacking.
Today had back-to-back events and the poor man looked a bit run down as the day turned to early evening. He was leaned onto his forearms behind the desk, dark eyes watching a stack of books he really didn't want to finish putting away. He realized a bit late that someone was standing nearby. "Just gettin' my wind, apologies." His voice was reedy as he cleared his throat. Perpetually messy hair brushed back as he sighed, eyes a bit buggy. "I just don't understand why the book club, the resume seminar, and the young authors event had to meet on the same day. Seems excessive. Or maybe I'm just gettin' slow in my old age."
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anyone wanna rp? i'm up for it all.. smut, fluff, angst, wlw, age gaps, tabo.o gimme.
i am happy to rp with non mutuals also and maybe even on discord.
just ignore my muse page and rules as very olddddd.
any questions lmk
smack the lil heart for a starter!
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open to: everyone
plot: enemies to lovers or besties who slept together for the first time ? and now devon tried to leave the next morning before things got awkward ... ( bonus if the other is in a relationship. )
" what ? no im not sneaking out — " 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝. trailed off words hung between them as she tried to pull another excuse from the very tense but thin air. " I uh — was just going to grab a glass of water ... " hazel eyes slowly drifted down to the shirt bunched in her hand , clasped against her bare chest.
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