open to: everyone plot: blair [she/her, top (for this thread only)] is the mother superior at a church and y/m [nun, acolyte, patron, etc.] has just confessed in sinning. which means blair is going to take advantage of the situation. please do not like my starters

"so you have sinned, little one. you were right to come to me," the mother superior stood over the gentle face in the pews, smiling that knowing and somewhat sad smile. it was the same expression blair always wore when someone confessed to her like this. and it always ended the same. "you know what this means. we need to go to the confessional booth. i need to hear all about your lust-filled sins. every detail," one hand out to lead them off of the wood of the common space and towards the private confessional booth.

open to: everyone opposite of: a band member, or any performer of any kind

“you were...great up there.” blair nervously shifted her feet, eyes glancing down and then back up at them a moment later. it was impossible for her to hide her attraction to the other. maybe it was the atmosphere of the bar. maybe it was the way they were looking at her. “this is a first for me but still felt like the best outcome possible,” one hand tugged down the plaid skirt and the other quickly ran a hand through blonde hair.

open to: everyone {possible} connections: other nun/clergy, mother superior, priest, demo*ic something disguised as human

“forgive me, my mind as been...elsewhere,” were the first word’s out of the nun’s mouth at being caught. she had been lost in her mind in the confessional booth. not even confessing, but sitting and stewing in her brain. “i did not mean to hog up the booth from you,” she stood up, adjusting her robes, trying her best to keep her eyes away from the other. of course the person she was thinking about had to catch her.

open to: everyone plot: blair, [she/her, bottom] was caught with something she shouldn't have and has been called into the office of someone over here [professor, priest/mother superior**, any person of authority] to 'punish' her for the contraband bonus points for religious overtones given blair's history please do not like my starters made with beta

"you wanted to see me?" the blonde devout poked her head into the office before stepping in fully. she had a rough idea of what she had been called in for, but she could also feel anxiety eat at her for everything. books up against her chest, she moved closer to the other's desk and stopped right in front, not even sitting down. "did...did you get a haircut? it looks nice." not a bit of that sounded natural.

open to: everyone connection: another nun/clergy, priest/mother superior 

please do not like my starters

this was her new life. the shocking realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. seeing all of the others dressed just like, in the nun garb and heavy black materials. it was all sobering. the devout brought her eyes down to look at the gown on her, shaking her head to adjust to the head piece that was suddenly feeling tight and uncomfortable. as the group walked, blair could feel her heart and breath racing and, with that, made a snap decision. she turned an opposite corner and walked as quickly as her boots would allow. smack dab into another person with a gasp. “oh-! i’m...-my apologies.”

open to: everyone (possible) connections: exes, friend of a family member, ex of a family member, partner of a family member please do not like my starters

“i was...surprised you ask me to come here with you,” the blonde sat down on the bench across from them. where they were in the museum was quiet, with just the two of them and the security guard way off towards the entrance. “i thought i’d be the last person you would want to take out,” as the words came out, blair’s eyebrows raised at the same time and a streak of blush struck her features. “is this a date?”

OPEN TO: EVERYONE PLOT: Your muse and Blair shouldn’t be together for some type of reason (Possible) CONNECTIONS: another woman (they’re super religious), age-gap, difference in power (a teacher, her boss, one of their coworkers) Please do not like my starters

“my parents...found out about us,” blair tried her best to sound as neutral and forthcoming as she could. but inside, her stomach was in a twist that would put the gordian knot to shame. “they said...it wasn’t right for us to be together. for us to hide this. i’m being kicked out. by the end of the week, i need to have all of my things out.” a pause, where blair tried to breathe, but it was shaky and broken. “i’ll have to find a place. maybe text zephyr to see what they have.”

open to: everyone plot: blair is leaving after tutoring your muse’s kid, sibling, etc. and they’ve been flirting a lot recently

for some reason, blair always wanted to find a reason to stick around the house more. whether it be helping out with chores, tutoring for essentially free, whatever it was. the blonde just didn’t want to leave and slowly she was turning it over in her head. “all finished for today,” she gave the other a small, but genuine smile after descending the stairs. “they said something about taking a nap so it’s just you and me now.”

open to: everyone plot(ish): your muse comes around to the church that blair works at all the time, maybe a crush- maybe more (c*tholic guilt)

“you are much too kind,” the nun smiled at the offering of the other, the tray being set down a moment later. they were always so helpful, with everything around the events at the church, and blair would always take notice. notice of things even beyond what she was supposed to see, supposed to think on, as a woman of the cloth. “where ever do you find the time for such things? your spouse must miss you all the time.

open to: m/f/nb plot: blair is leaving after tutoring your muse’s kid, sibling, etc. and they’ve been flirting a lot recently

for some reason, blair always wanted to find a reason to stick around the house more. whether it be helping out with chores, tutoring for essentially free, whatever it was. the blonde just didn’t want to leave and slowly she was turning it over in her head. “all finished for today,” she gave the other a small, but genuine smile after descending the stairs. “they said something about taking a nap so it’s just you and me now.”

open to: m/f/nb connection: professor, dean

a failing grade? blair had never gotten a ‘c’ in a class before, let alone a failing grade. what had happened? how had she managed to lose control this much? biting her lip, she twisted in heels, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. “there has to be something...-anything! anything i can do to change my grade. please,” blair begged to the professor on the other side of the desk.

open to: m/f/nb connection: secret dating, person she’s tutoring, related to a person she’s tutoring

blair looked around the tutoring room, making sure everything she had brought with her was completely cleaned up and the place was left as it had been. a small nod to herself, a smile to follow and she turned to open up the door to leave for the day. blair gasped in surprise, scared to see another person on the other side of the threshold. “oh, hello. sorry! you...you scared me there.”