open to anyone. muse: charlie masterton. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. botanical science student. plot: enemies to… is that… sexual tension?

“i hate you. the fact i have to breathe the same air as you? it’s insulting.” charlie's words might have held a little more weight to them if her gaze didn’t flit down to their lips before meeting their eyes again. she shook her head slightly, as if that would break up the thoughts in her mind, and tried to harden her resolve. “you should just stay out of my way.”

mack 📲 open.

Mack: Ok real talk Mack: Should I get rid of the blonde Mack: 💇🏼‍♂️ The upkeeps a bitch I might buzz it off

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: choose ur own adventure

Ziggy did his utmost best to not look a little smug at the push notification he got from an Instagram DM that contained a screenshot of a DeuxMoi story.

"Question," He doesn't wait before he asks it, "Would you feel bad if someone you knew got exposed on the internet?"

OPEN TO → MUTUALS (random abba lyric) Let this be either romantic in nature or her talking about something more supernatural. Truly I don't mind.

❝There  was  something  in  the  air  that  night. ❞

OPEN: f/nb 21+ (mutuals and non-mutuals welcome !)

PLOT: the cliché enemies/frenemies to lovers.

MUSE: richie connolly, 24-27, he/him, journalist.

"it looks like our friends ditched both of us, so at least let me buy you a drink to be civil. you might even find that i'm not all that bad once you get to know me." richie didn't know why the two of them butt heads so often, but he had taken a liking to their company - even if a majority of the time was spent roasting him.

open to all, whatever would fit or message me for ideas !

The fear coursed through her, a primal spike of adrenaline urging her to run, to flee. Temperance scrambled back, her eyes locked on the threat. There was no way out, just the corner that she literally backed herself into. This couldn't be how she died. After everything, Temperance knew she would have to fight. But summoning the strength and not cowering in fear seemed impossible.

open for: @starteroaks

where: @ the giant board games, dealer's choice what game they're playing!

"I think I've got this in the bag," Atlas says with a little too much confidence for someone who doesn't have his next move figured out -- nothing new there. He leans down slightly, peering closely at the board as if trying to invoke some sort of clairvoyant vision for where they would move next so he could best it.

"Your go."

open to: anyone. plot: someone put a bounty on your character, and cooper is here to collect. he's always been good at making money. mild spoilers from the show.

❝ strugglin' ain't gonna do a thing but make this worse on you, sweetheart, so why don't you do us both a favour and quit it? ❞

not that he hasn't got his experience handling stubborn cattle, but he'd rather do this the easy way. the less energy he spends, the less puffs he needs. but of course, no one ever goes down easy. he supposes being lasoed by a stranger ain't too good a feeling. he wouldn't know about that, though. a good cowboy never gets caught that way, and cooper sure was the best goddamn cowboy around.

❝ this gonna go a helluva lot easier on both of us if you accept your fate. trust me, there are way worse things lookin' for your perky ass out there. you might consider yourself lucky. ❞ he flashes them a rotten smile, standing over their defeated body, one leg on each side. he has the rope around one hand, holding it firmly as he looks down at them. ❝ you gonna be good? i ain't beyond using my whip. ❞

open to. females. muse. rusty james, 25, odd jobs. connection. exes who haven't spoke since they broke up.

"I never thought I'd find you at my doorstep looking for a place to crash." The break up had been so bad, Rusty almost wanted to just shut the door, but he didn't. "You must be desperate." He shifted to the side, allowing her to step inside.

open to anyone. muse: alix carter. 25 years old. bisexual. she/her. horror movie writer. plot: based on the post in the source but tldr: your muse is in a relationship but alix thinks they could do better (by better, she thinks her, maybe).

“you know dating her makes you look stupid, right?” alix has been the good friend. the supportive friend. she's bit her tongue. she's listened to their endless complaints and she gave advice. that all comes to and end now, though. “like, you keep putting up with the same crap over and over again. you let her walk all over you. it’s pathetic.”

open for: @aurorabaystarter

where: dealer's choice / anywhere with a plug socket

"You can sit there if you want," Lucky says, indicating to the empty seat beside him having assumed that the person near him was trying to scope out one for themselves. His offer came with a small caveat, one that had him gesturing to the wall beside his elbow, where a white wire led to his phone. "I need that plug socket though, if you were looking for one."

where: choose your own adventure / anywhere where money is exchanged for something

for: @providencepeakstarters

"Hey, kind of weird and very awkward question but could you get this for me? I'm good for it, I swear. I'll get it right back to ya," Reggie explains, hearing as he spoke how he sounded exactly like someone who was the exact opposite. In a rush and in a usual haze of thoughtlessness, he had assumed his wallet was in the jacket he was wearing only to discover that wasn't the case as he was one person away from the register.

He's aware that his request is cheeky, and he hopes elaborating might make it less so.

"I'd use ApplePay but I haven't seen my phone since Thursday."

for: anyone! // @aurorabaystarter

where: haunted hayride

"If one clown pops out at me looking all freakish, I'm going back to prison."

Connection could be roommate or coworker or anything, really!

 ˖ ✶ A chuckle leaves Hunter's lips as he leans over them. "Just wondering, but was that latte art supposed to look like a penis or do you just have no idea what you're doing?"

open to all ; it's written generic but if you want to go supernatural or horror I'm not complaining

"I'm your partner," Sila said, her voice much softer than before. Of course she was yelling at them about making reckless decisions moments prior but that was before she shielded them from the latest attack. She was meant to be the reckless one, irresponsible and quick to move before thinking. "That means I'll die for you." Now she was aching, her conscious brain refusing to identify all the damaged elements in her body.

open to: anyone 21+.

ㅤㅤ" listen — i don't make the rules. if you didn't apply for an extensions within forty-eight hours of the deadline then that's on you. you'll be capped at merit, so long as you earned one. " try not to sound too happy, professor morgan.