open to: m/nb plot: based on this

Her head was spinning, but her thoughts were clearer than ever. Even if they didn't come out as she wanted them to. "You're suchhhhh a party pooper.." Cleo slurred, her body laid flat on top of her sheets. Her short skirt, which clearly showed way too much skin, had now crept up her waist. Her black thong was clearly visible. Her hand felt heavier than a brick, making it hard for her to move it to pull her skirt back down. "It was just -hiccup- a party.." A party filled with drugs, liquor, and hungry men surrounding her.

//looking after someone's house, maybe? something silly? i just enjoy putting him in uncomfortable situations because every human interaction makes him feel uncomfortable anyway. /@indiestarter

A nice moment of peace and quiet, with his favorite playlist and ideas for a new project while soaking in the tub, could be ruined so easily, and now he was cursing himself for forgetting to lock the door. Definitely not an intrusion he was used to. Why did such things happen to good people, a single fucking place he thought he was safe...! "What the hell!" Zach sighed as he turned around, audibly annoyed. "Can I help you?"

open rp // mfnb all ages @indiestarter

summary: [new friends and old friends welcome!] the candy man is found mid-song while picking some fresh fruit ingredients 🫐🍒 does your muse choose to interrupt or will they simply stop and listen?

"♪ Where can this good fairy be? Waiting in the woods for me... Maybe she lives underneath the CHOCOLATE-tree! ♪"

open to: anyone muse: mila ramos (actress, 21, ex-party girl) connection: costars

❝    i    know,    i    know,    i'm    late.    i'm    sorry.    how    you    seen    the    traffic    on    sunset?    it    was    awful    just    trying    to    leave    my    house.    ❞    she    says    as    she    walks    up    to    craft    services.    ❝    and    then    they    wanted    to    cut    my    hair    and    i    had    to    put    my    foot    down.    hello,    i    put    no    haircuts    in    my    contract    for    a    reason.    i    know    victoria's    tendency    to    pull    out    the    scissors    and    start    chopping.    convincing    her    that    i    specifically    have    a    no    haircut    clause    was    more    trouble    than    i    was    expecting,    and    she    wasn't    happy.    ❞

open rp / any muse 21+ (pre-estab vibes only plz)

connection: family member, best friend, or significant other.

"You don't understand it, and that's okay... But if you've ever been a kid driving down Route 42, you'd know there's something magical about that dewy dome and all those palm trees..." He's referring to The Wildwood Inn, a tacky theme hotel he's dreamed of visiting for twenty-some years and counting.

"Please go with me... PLEASE? Oh, and help me pick a room! I love them all, I can't decide... I'd like to stay in each one, just once," he sighed dreamily. "I swear on all that is holy, that if I ever come into enough money, I'm starting my own theme hotel... and I'll get to stay in a different room every night... and the only thing that'll remain the same is waking up and having breakfast with you..."

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muse: aria lott. open to m - older or younger, or same age. taboo relationships encouraged. please no incest. 

open to: mutuals and non. please ignore my rules/muses they are all super old. any questions feel free to message me.

idea: aria and your muse have had a few moments where it’s questionable what is going on between them. 

“you’ve got to stop looking at me like that.” 

OPEN: Female/Male/Nonbinary (M for romantic) CONNECTION: Friends to Lovers. New boyfriend. Friend. Someone she’s on Broadway with. Anything really. PLOT: Despite the fact that Harmony grew up in Canada she has never learned to skate. Your muse decided to take it on themselves to teach her.

Harmony had spent the first thirteen years and countless holidays of her life in Canada. It was the place that she was always going to call home, but despite it being a bit of a winter wonderland, the woman had never learned to skate. While she had tried to as a kid the woman just couldn’t get the hang of it. Which was why she was now looking out at the ice a little frightened. Harmony finished tightening the laces on the skates that she’d rented. “I know I was pretty confident about this, but I have a feeling I am going to fall on my butt.” She told the other with a small chuckle. “Please try not to make fun of me too much.”

open to: anyone // @indiestarter

plot: TW substance abuse. addiction. // haru is a recovering drug addict fresh out of rehab and staying with your muse for a few days until she gets back on her feet. ( can always turn a little spooky, with possession? ghosts? idk! we can wing it. )

"My parents didn't even show up for my graduation." As in, the pathetic little ceremony with free cookies and juice that they do at the end of every 30-day rehab program. Haru thinks back to the day and shudders at how sad she must have looked: All alone, watching the other graduates confer with their support system. Tears. Laughter. Sappy stuff. "Isn't that, like, kinda fucked up of them? I mean, at the same time, I'm not a kid and I don't need that shit, but. You know, your daughter only graduates from rehab once. Kind of important to be there, I'd think."

Open to female muses | Plot: Angsty period AU! Our muses are both from rich families. They have been friends for a long time and have feelings for each other. Tylio's family fortune has recently been lost, and now his mother has instructed him to charm your muse into marriage, in order to gain access to your muses' inherited fortune. However, he's not very good at lying or pretending. @indiestarter

"I was hoping I'd catch you here." A subtle but earnest smile blossomed on Tylio's lips as soon as she turned around and looked at him. This wasn't the first time he found her in a remote spot. It seemed she liked to escape from the world at times and find a calm place to collect her thoughts. He noticed, because he was like this too. That and the fact that he was supposed to keep a close eye on her. According to his mother, she was potentially the family's ticket out of poverty. She'd never worded it that way but that was essentially what it came down to. At first he'd been staunchly against the idea. They had been friends ever since they were young and there was no part of him that wanted to take advantage of her. But as the bills began to pile up and his father was forced to sell more and more of their assets while his mother cried silently in the background, he began to change his tune. "You're always disappearing to the sea."

"Don't look at me like that, I never said I knew anything about cars. I only said we should check the engine." He paused. "I guess I was hoping for... a squirrel or something..."

"Looks like... They are gone."

//meet zach's twin brother — an actor and aspiring film producer, married to a high school sweetheart for 8 years. his wife started cheating on him shortly after they married, but he's so in love that he keeps forgiving her despite the pain she's causing. he starts seeing other women, feeding himself lines like "relationships are difficult" and "love isn't always pretty" to justify his behavior. — ik it's a long intro, but this is a test & I'm not posting his bio // @indiestarter

"I can't believe my wife went to that restaurant for dinner with a different man, where everyone can see them! Take pictures, gossip about it!" Shaking his head in disbelief, Eric couldn't tell whether he was hurt by the revelation or just angry. He wanted to be angry, worry about his career, or even how this would influence how people perceived his parents' relationship. They had been dealing with ridiculous articles and innuendos ever since they got together, and they remained the happiest couple the brothers knew. What a toxic environment it was... "That's just... So risky," he muttered.

open rp // mfnb all ages

summary: woe is willy. y/m could be a stranger he's venting to or they could be an acquaintance. ocs and canons welcome. @indiestarter

"... First icy water interrogation, then a four-mile swim... at night... and now... attempted-murder by chocolate made via cooked books... It's not an exaggeration to say I need to go for another swim just to get all this off me..." With curls sweetly stuck to his skull, Willy shakes his head, crestfallen. One of the few times he's been seen this way since beginning his journey of joining the great Galleries Gourmet. "My clothes... I hate to say it, but they're practically ruined... I think this is too much laundry even for Willy Wonka's Wild and Wonderful Wishy-Washy Wonka Walker..."

"Luckily, we won't be needing its services anymore." Even his scarf was currently chocolate-covered, not proving useful in this particular moment even as a handkerchief.

"Or Tiddles', for that matter..." Is it wrong he missed that big lug of a pooch? "You know, with Scrubbit and Bleacher behind bars, what's going to happen to him? Tiddles, I mean... I-I really need to see to it that he goes to a good home! He must miss Bleacher something terrible!"

"I swear every time I try to give you some reassurance you believe I'm only here because I need something of you."

It was all too clear a man who was often down on his luck. Showing up out of the blue meant something was needed. "This time is different- This time, I'm just trying to rekindle some parts of my life that I've been letting pass me by." He knew they didn't have much to go off of him but enough footing he could show them why he was there.

"Please, no chances are needed- just a moment of conversation, and I will leave."

open rp / any muse 21+ connection: family member, best friend, romantic (new and old ships welcome, but new will be slow burn) summary: derward surprises your muse with a road trip. @indiestarter

"You'll see when we get there..."

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Muse: Joker (he is a dark, twisted, and unfriendly muse so be warned it will not always be roses and butterflies with him.)

Open to: Harley Quinns and female OCs

Plot: I'm winging it.

the corner of his lips twitched at the sight of tears welling within her eyes. he'd struck a nerve. her fear was intoxicating and beautiful. his grip only tightened as she tried to wretch it free. he pulled her closer. his body lifted from his chair. a hand almost lovingly wiped a tear from her cheek. "It's never too late to change."

a charmingly sadistic smile spread across his face as his thumb slid roughly from her skin when he released his grip. joker sat back and held his arms wide. "Just take a look at me." gold teeth shone in the light when it hit against them as his red lips widened even more. then, swiftly he leaned back forward and stared deep into her eyes. "I was a pathetic excuse for a man. Always doing someone else's bidding," he growled. a grimace threatened to take over the smile as he thought back through what little memory he had of his imprisoned life before, but he forced it away. "That is until the Bats set me free," he added with a deep, contented inhale. "You can be free too. Just like me," he drawled on.

he pulled her arm straight once more; this time much more gently. a small pout began to form as his fingers tenderly trailed along its length. eyes shut while his mind ran through the many reasons why she found herself face to face with gotham's clown prince. piercing blue eyes opened and locked with hers. his hands closed around hers. "You just have to want it," he offered in a whisper.