#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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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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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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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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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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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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even though aylin could not identify where the sudden feeling came from, she felt the desperate urge to escape the watchful eye of the ton and seek solitude. through sheer luck and a little determination, she managed to evade her guard and found herself in a secluded section of the gardens. once she was finally alone, she took in a deep, calming breath and savoured the silence. however, her peace is short-lived, much to her own shock and dismay, as she turned to find another person suddenly standing much too close to her. "aman tanrım," she gasped as her hand flew to her chest, taking a step back from the individual. "my apologies, you frightened me— i—"
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❛❛ do you think i could take a bear in a fight? i’m pretty sure i could do it no problem. ❜❜ / @kusattainu
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❛❛ it’s pathetic — someone of your power being held back by this brat. ❜❜ the vessel’s memories were within his grasp ; he could witness everything through the kids eyes , if he so desired. the notion disgusted him. sukuna had never allowed himself a weakness , a lesson learned long before when he was but a child. there was no point to having a family , especially if they were weaker , held no value ; they were merely a problem , a nuisance.
❛❛ perhaps i’ll need to invest more effort in breaking this vessel apart . . . ❜❜ his hand reached up absently , plucking something off his shoulder , a gesture tinged with casual disdain. he harbored no intention of lingering much longer. having consumed a mere five fingers , he acknowledged that it wasn’t enough to pose a substantial challenge. yet , soon , he contemplated , a smirk forming on his lips. soon , he would have the six eyes lying lifeless at his feet — a vision that brought a sinister satisfaction. ❛❛ . . . quite entertaining isn’t it ? 'the strongest' can’t even save his own child from being mentally torn to shreds. ❜❜ / @nvictive
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Open to: f/nb
Suggested connections: Kidnapp*r and his vict*m. Stockh*lm Syndrome.. The more f*cked the better etc.
Possible k*nks: RIMM*NG, degredati*n, humiliati*n, non/dubc*on, watersp*rts, edg*ng, org*sm denial, deepthroat*ng, c*ckwarming, kn*fe play, g*n play, surprise me?
“Breaking News. Reports indicate that there has been new movement in the missing persons case from last month after the initial trail went cold.” Is there a lovelier sound in the world? Vander cannot help but find himself grinning from ear to ear as the news continues to break down the new ‘evidence’ they’ve found for their missing persons case. He was as meticulous as they come when it came to taking his victims and if there was evidence left behind, it was very much on purpose. All Vander had to do was pay some homeless man to report an anonymous tip and the cops would swarm to the creek he’d left some of her tattered, bl*od stained clothes at. Making a clean getaway was fun and all but it didn’t quite compare to being on the run. He sick, sick man and truly did feed off the fact that her loved ones would have some renewed hope that his prisoner was still alive. The sounds of the news broadcast gradually begin to get drowned up by the sloppy slurping occurring between his muscular thighs. “Say what you want about me, but look, I made you famous.” The news adds another picture of her to the feed, imploring their audience to come forward if they have any tips on the missing person. She’s a little worse for wear in comparison to the photo they’re using on TV, having broken her in for well over a month at this point. For the most part, this had been the morning routine for the two of them. Vander would sip on his cup of coffee and put on the news while not even paying attention while the girl kept his cock and balls warm with her welcoming mouth and throat. “Maybe next time we leave a pair of your own c*m stained panties for them to find.” The older male mockingly laughs in her direction while he feels the warmth of her mouth lapping at his heavy balls. “Be a good little b*tch and I’ll even think about using your c*nt today and letting you c*m.”
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“ is there something i can help with ? “ today he had been approached by at least 3 different people about the same matter so he anticipated himself , continuing right after the question . “ the next pillar training should start in a few weeks . . . the kakushi should help with the arrangements soon , all other kinoes will be informed . “ | @goresugars
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edwina approached her sister from behind, linking their arms when she reached her. “you look beautiful, didi. as always.” she glanced up at her sister with a beaming smile. the past week had certainly been difficult for the pair as they were rocked with a scandal, but now that everything was out in the open, edwina was hopeful that they would grow even closer. she cast her gaze out to the ballroom at all of the masked figures. there is a beat of silence as she attempted to search for a certain viscount at the centre of the scandal and possibly of her sister’s heart. she hadn’t spent much time around the gentleman but the look on kate’s face told her everything she needed to know. “i may have much to learn but i do believe that the world would remain intact if you allow yourself to be happy.”
closed starter for @shvrmas
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