#starters.
Sup everyone, I’m Maverick Mason, Dominate — but most people call me Mav. You may have heard some of my music on streaming platforms which I’m very proud of. And if you haven’t heard it yet I’ll be happy to share it with ya.
But, now that I’ve found my room, I’m gonna need a beautiful switch or sub to put my stuff away, if anyone wants to volunteer. And more importantly, y’all gotta let me know, what’s the best place to get some grub around here? I’m starving.
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open starter: @aurorabaystarter
location: UTP
"Did you ever have a quarter-life crisis? Are those really a thing? Seems a lot less fun than a mid-life crisis, you know?"
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well, i do have to say from what i’ve seen so far stonewall is definitely nicer than my old school: the food is better, the sports teams actually win games and i get to be closer to my family. looks like transferring was definitely a good move on my part because i think i’m going to like it here. if we haven’t met yet — i’m wren hummel, switch in room 308!
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𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁! ⸻ na frente do complexo.
Fazia pouco mais de três horas que havia chegado em Haneul. Não que Nate tivesse o costume de contar o tempo, mas considerava lugares desconhecidos estressantes, ainda mais aquele que era tão significativo emocionalmente. Assim que seu corpo reduziu a velocidade da corrida até encontrar-se totalmente imóvel, inclinou-se para frente, pousando ambas as mãos nos próprios joelhos enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego, não demorando-se muito naquela posição ao que rapidamente prendeu a gola da camiseta entre os dedos longos que trataram de puxar o tecido com certo desespero devido a sensação de desconforto que surgiu ao senti-lo grudar na pele suada, despreocupando-se com as cicatrizes de seu tronco e costas que não seriam tão aparentes durante o breu parcial do local. Embora sua dupla nacionalidade fosse constatada em seus documentos, Nathan não possuía o comportamento polido geralmente usual daquele país e não tinha a mínima intenção de fingi-lo, mesmo que tivesse plena noção de que aquilo não somente perturbava algumas pessoas, mas era visto como inadequado pela maioria delas. Porém, rapidamente a postura desleixada tornou-se tensa e os olhos se focaram na silhueta que se aproximava, tentando, de alguma forma, identificá-la em meio a pouca iluminação do complexo.
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interaction / inbox call!
there's more than a handful of new mutuals & other folks I haven't had the chance to gab at just yet, so go ahead and ♡ this post if you want a little something! I'll either raid your memes, or magic up some other little starter. multimuses can specify, or I'll choose someone at random! :0)
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muse - zoe flores , bassist in a band / barista , she / they .
plot - two supposed rivals and / or enemies but zoe spots your muse in the crowd and stops your muse after her sold out show .
open to - anything that fits , 21+
“ so , are you spying on me now or something ? … ” zoe confronted after finally finding the other at the bar . the crowd had finally cleared out and gone home , and they amongst a few others were the only people left at the venue . “ you know , if you’re secretly obsessed with me or something you could’ve just said it . i understand how irresistible i am .”
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Location: Sweetwater Town square
Open!
Arthur was a man of science. Of intellect. Of proof.
So he should, of course, feel right at home on a place built upon all of these principles.
But there was something akin to dread beading like a sweat at the back of his neck. He watched people wander through the town, watched them smile, watched them laugh, watched them kiss. It was all so human. It was all so normal and genuine and human. He wondered just how many of them weren't. How many of them would bleed motor oil, and not blood. It was a thrilling thought. A shocking one, too.
His gaze lingered a little longer on a young man with long hair and a cap set low over his eyes. The boy looked up suddenly and Arthur felt himself drawn closer. Did he possess a heart? or was it a chest full of wires. Arthur felt his hand clench suddenly at his side, as if reaching for a scalpel. He longed for the comfort of the cold, sterile operating room.
Turning away, the Doctor inhaled a sharp, deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed to relax. He needed to stop thinking of everyone as either meat or steel....He needed a drink.
"Pardon me-" he reached out and grasped the nearest person by the arm. "-The bar?...Saloon..." he sighed "-tavern? where is it?"
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gente, um tempo atrás eu abri algumas prompts de starters, mas acabei postando só na taylor e na carol. demorei demais com o levi e nesse meio tempo alguns chars que pediram starter com ele acabaram levando unfollow, então essa masterlist é principalmente pra usar com ele, e também pra liz porque praticamente não joguei com ela desde que entrei.
MAS, deixo avisado que se tiver alguma prompt específica que vocês queiram com outro char meu, podem escolher sem problemas !
se quiserem ler a bio de cada um deles pra ter uma noção do que escolher, vou deixar aqui a de cada um:
CHARS: taylor sykes (madelyn cline) / levi king (logan lerman) / caroline prado (ana de armas) / elizabeth seydoux (leighton meester)
that wasn't supposed to happen .
where is all this coming from ?
did you ever tell anyone ?
can we stay like this ? just for a little longer .
are you drunk ?
i did what i had to do .
based on this.
based on this.
❛ c’mon, we’d look cute together. ❜
sometimes a second chance is just another chance to get it wrong.
based on this.
❛ Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. ❜
❛ If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it? ❜
❛ We should pretend it never happened. ❜
“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”
“never knew i was a dancer.”
“If you’re so excited, why don’t you finish it?”
“You actually think you have a shot with her?”
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open to : f / nb !
" thought you weren't into all of this . " lennon gestured around backstage as he lit up a cigarette , " kind of figured i'd never see you again , if i'm being honest , after everything . so , what exactly is it that you want ? "
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open to : m ! + @indiestarter .
" so . . does your girlfriend know that you came over last night & we fucked or do i have to tell her that ? because she's giving me a few looks – plus , i have no issue with telling her how good it felt to have you inside of me , like old times . "
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closed starter for: @askwallflowermarley
location: choir room
“Okay, Homecoming queen nomination?!” Finn flashes a goofy smile at Marley as he enters the door to the choir room. Most of McKinley would assume a couple like Quinn and Finn would get nominated, but Marley (though more than worthy in his eyes) was a shock to most. “How’re you feeling?” He sits down next to her, some others of New Directions trickling in though rehearsal wouldn’t be starting for a bit. “Are you prepared for the possibility that you could be crowned Queen of this place?” He teased.
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“ Hey, let me help you with that. ” Kaveh is quick to take some of Collei's load, taking one of the larger serving dishes from off the kitchen counter before the girl can reach for it herself.
The dishes aren't necessarily heavy. Someone of Collei's age and size should be able to carry them without any trouble. Still, Kaveh can't help but want to take on some of the burden himself.
The architect is well aware of Tighnari's instructions to not allow her to carry anything that could break if dropped. Were the chief forest ranger in the kitchen with them and not in the dining room on the other side of the door, it's likely he wouldn't have let Collei carry any of the food out period.
However, Kaveh is not Tighnari and noticeably lacks the same level of rationale his friend has. Therefore he'll let Collei take out anything she wants out of the smaller dishes. If the food falls, Kaveh can always make more. If one of the expensive dishes breaks, well -- Kaveh's going to stay optimistic about that.
@decomposited did not ask for a starter and yet
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Today was as dark and gloomy as ever in New Yoke City; although, he prefers it this way.
The thumping of metallic legs filtered the streets in a roaring static noise, if the subway train didn't echo in his ears enough already⸺ a simple byproduct from the ruling of the Chaos Council, a group of clowns running the city in a dictarion rule.
A joke, honestly.
With his unlimited knowledge and time, he could single handedly hack into the systems and destroy the economy as we know it; but he doesn't, he's grown comfortable in the wake of solitude.
He had no ulterior motive to even attempt, yet alone think about overpowering the tyrannical reign in any way. Why? Because it would benefit more people than just himself and what would he get out of that? To endure the sinister ways people could be because he was different?
Not a chance. If the people wanted a change, they'd do it themselves rather than follow one after another like cattle to the slaughterhouse.
Things will never change at this rate⸺ the Council of idiots will continue to seize power while everyone cowers and lives a stagnant existance.
And that's alright with him.
He had his private little home away from the eyes of those he didn't want peering, secured tight with passcodes, locks and firewalls to keep the unwanted away, hidden away and unlikely to find.
His gaze rose from where he stood to the shadow on the wall of the tails he's created for himself and it's a constant reminder of one thing and one thing alone: trust no one and need nobody.
He's made it this far. Adding any extra person to his equations wasn't even a question, let alone a thought that crossed his mind.
A gentle hand runs through the tuffs of fur on his head before he shakes any lingering thoughts away with a smack of his lips, focusing on nothing more than what his busy hands were creating.
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♡ ― open to: males, age gaps preferred
♡ ― plot: Josie’s really just a stressed out girl with a heart of gold and maybe her massage therapist finds her just a little more pretty than is suitable for a professional relationship. Dubcon allowed, she can be a virgin, he can use her friendship to his other client against her to manipulate her into whatever he likes.
♡ ― Josie’s really, really needed this massage. Her best friend’s a saint for getting her a gift card and sure, it’s a little more risqué than she usually is. She’s a workaholic, she’s a law-abiding and altruistic Christian. Her mom would be horrified if she knew she’d strip down in front of a man and get kneaded like a piece of dough by him, but once the initial reluctance subsides and she melts right into his touch, she begins forgetting all the stress from work and her family and the godawful unlucky dating life she has. This is nice, it really is. There’s a small gasp when she feels his touch graze her thighs but that’s just what a massage is, right? Josie ignores the shade of pink that appears on her cheeks and clears her throat when his hand wanders up a little too high for comfort. “That’s um… I’m sensitive, sorry.”
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“how do you do it?” the question leaves her suddenly, as though she cannot handle holding onto the thought for longer than a second. “how do you cease caring about what is said about you .. in whispers, in looks?”
@wxntofly
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IT WAS AND WAS NOT HIS SCENE, THIS. crowley didn't like clubs - his particular brand of dark and brooding was best achieved alone in his flat, or his car, or, if circumstances were truly dire and needed a good hard screaming at, alone in his car on the m-25.
he had his hands on the railing of a truly shoddy balcony, staring mildly out at the writhing sea of bodies on the floor. he also bore rather a neutral-to-poor opinion of disco, being that there was almost always something more interesting to listen to when given the choice. ( crowley could always be counted on to support counterculture, but when the counterculture in question went against rock and roll, his definition of support broadened to go to the club on occasion and try not to think about how aziraphale had invited him to woodstock when he had been away on business. )
the high waisted pants, however, were every bit his speed - to say nothing of the sin, though that came standard with most things in los angeles. the place fairly teemed with it, pride and gluttony and lust. as crowley looked on, the part of him that was serpent coiled up in delight. ( it was and was not his scene. he'd learned long ago not to fight with himself over it. that way, naturally, lay madness. )
talking of madness, there she was across the balcony: the disco queen herself, resplendent in her royal regalia. snakeskin heels clicked against metal as he cut a leisurely path around.
one might have wondered, as crowley certainly did: hadn't @butscrewmefirst suffered enough for one lifetime? well, of course not - not if you asked downstairs - but it wasn't even really about her. rather, it was about what she would do to the brunette in the corner, who was tall and lean and unbroken, for now.
" well well, " he said, and smiled with too-sharp teeth - for the setting, indeed just sharp enough. " evening, your majesty. what're you drinking? "
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