open : f only muse: zara wilder (25, lesbian) plot : zara is staying with her best friend for the holidays and some relatives are over. zara and her bff are watching movie and the bff's mom/sister/aunt/cousin joins them. when her bff falls asleep, who know what they could get up? anything from fluffy cute kissing to pure filth, go wild!

it was fairly dark in the room aside from the lights coming from the screen. even still, zara could see that her best friend had fallen asleep. if it weren't for the closed eyes, the light snoring gave it away. she glanced over at the other's relative sitting ona nearby armchair, "and then there were two," she said with a slight life. zara moved the pillow from her lap, showing off her nearly bare legs, the only parts covered by her pale blue pajama shorts. she reached for a blanket and put it over her friend carefully, "i guess she was tired."

Open to M

“Well, this was fun,” Zara pulled pulled her underwear up  her thighs. Generally she liked to slip out when they wouldn’t notice. It was better to just go than to be asked to leave. She’d make up some story about how she had places to be if she had to, but it was all just to hide that she wanted just one time to be asked to stay. But it was better to go than to be rejected before they had the chance to break her heart. Realistically she never should have stayed as long as she had. 

@zara-mayfield-silva

Kishan hadn't seen Zara in...well, he wasn't sure how much time. Time in The Grid didn't feel the same as it did in the real world. This version of Kishan had slowly become accustomed to the Grid to the point where he called it his home, not because he had to but because it truly did feel like home now. He was still sad at times, but the grief of losing what he had in the real world had lessened. It was now a dull ache in his chest every now and then rather than a searing pain. Heartbreak. He had hoped everyone moved on, but he was still sad that his friends would move on and he'd be stuck in the computer and be the same. Sure, he was a copy of the real Kishan but he still shared the same thoughts, emotions, connections, and experiences. "Zara? Is that you?" he asked, seeing a familiar face. She hadn't been in the Grid for a long time and he was happy to see her. One of his best friends, his former roommate. A kindred spirit. "Come on. We should get to safety," he said, materializing his light cycle to take her with him. He held out his hand to her avatar.

Open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters. this is a beta post. based on the plot in the source.) 

It was rare now that Zara got to do something for herself. If she wasn’t controlling one narrative she was putting off creating another. The people that she did spend her free time with were the ones that really got her and now being at a house party it felt like the only place everything could be off her shoulders. And that was where she caught his eye. The face was somewhat familiar but Zara couldn’t place where she had seen it before. “Hi.” The blonde smiled as she found herself properly face to face with him. “I uh– have we met? Were you at the Children’s Literacy Fundraiser or something?“

          ❛  hey.  ❜  she  calls  out  to  the  other  as  soon  as  they  return  to  the  waiting  room,  presumably  after  yet  another  checkup  to  treat  god-knows-what.  this  time,  zara  is  prepared,  holding  out  a  brand  new  tub  of  tiger  balm  purchased  from  the  nearby  pharmacy.  ❛  helps  with  the  bruises  and  sprains.  the  asian  stuff  always  works,  i  swear  by  it.  ❜ @womansound

Open starter : open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Muse: Zara Petrova, Healer, Medieval Au

Crossovers & canon accepted.

“ I am only doing what is asked of me, my Lord. ”

closed starter for @ccmpletemess ( julius )

""Oh shit, I did not mean to hit send on that," Zara squealed, throwing her phone across the room in a state of panic. "How do I unsend the thing? He's going to think I'm obsessed with him, please help me?"

open to: males  connection: someone trying to offer her a contract

Zara scoffed at his request as she looked at the small pouch of coin he dropped in front of her. “I don’t think you understand,” she spoke as she leaned forward, an action that indicated she didn’t want him to miss a single word. “Just because I have powers does not mean I am a mercenary. Find someone else to get rid of your pests.”

@dinobitten​

“ don’t be mad at me. “

the rotten porch creaks underneath the chicagoan dirt still clinging to the leather of my boots. it feels like planting myself deep in the ground when i put my soles on the floor, taking root to be drained of nutrients, to be made of veins. i don’t try to cover the shiver that breathes across the receiver; she’ll be more keen on it if i do try to hide it. 

“ please. don’t make me beg. “

An artfight attack on my girl Zara from @thealchemytrolls that I absolutely love! Thank you so much!

Open: any (m/f 25+ if romantic) Connection: friend, potential for developing something Note: Zara is a single mother and her little girl could be anywhere from 2 to 4 here

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Zara felt awful, removing her jacket as she rushed through the door, being as quiet as possible to avoid waking Lily. Hanging up the item next to the door of her small apartment, she moved through to see the other in the living room, offering them an apologetic smile. “The meeting ran over by forty minutes because assholes in high places can’t seem to ever agree on anything. Like, ever.” A hand ran through her dark hair, followed by a sigh passing her lips. “Thank you so much for watching her tonight. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Open to M

"You’re here.. You’re really here.” Zara wrapped her arms around him desperately, hands smoothing over his shirt as her nose nestled into the crook of his neck. It wasn’t every day that she got attacked by someone at he club, but it happened. The one night the bouncers weren’t paying enough attention. A man followed her home and though he shouldn’t have been, he was her first call. 

Zara was in the ring training one of her students. The lesson was almost done but it was the last lesson of the day for her so she wouldn’t take anymore for the day. She still had to clean up the place after all. When she heard the bell ring at the front door she paused her lesson and told her student to go home. “Were closed for the day sorry. Not more lessons. I could sign you up for some if you’d like!”  

for: @zara--harris​

where: séance event at the oracle 

“The fuck. This thing has nothing to do with Beyoncé.” Silas informs Zara, a little peeved at that realisation. His insistence on attending stemming solely from the fact he had wrongly assumed there would be some sort of goofy tribute act on that night. 

( No such luck. ) 

// WELL. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS MY MUSE FOR ZARA (and a little bit Padme) IS THROUGH THE ROOF RIGHT NOW. SO YEAH. LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER WHILE I CONSIDER DOING DRAFTS THROUGH MY FUCKING TEARS OF JOY.

Open: any (25+ if potential ship, but can remain 100% platonic too, give me any kind of dynamic)  Connection: stranger, anything goes Muse: Zara Hudson. 22-27. Single mother, bookkeeper/vet student. Concept: loosely based off the War of the Worlds story/movie/musical because I love it and I’m keen - something has occurred, there’s panic everywhere, Zara is alone with her young daughter and encounters your muse, we can take it wherever we want from there! 

Only two days had passed since they first arrived, a few miles outside of the city was the site. People had been fascinated, drawn in and simply had to see what had landed. Zara had been curious herself, but out of concern for Lily had stayed home. She had no idea what it was and that was no place to take a four year old. As it turned out, that had been the right choice, as reports of death and destruction reached her. People screamed words of friends bursting into flame and people began evacuating their houses, and so with little else to do and no one contactable via phone, she did the same. Packing up the minimum essentials, she bundled her daughter into the car and attempted to leave the city. 

The roads were gridlocked, tens of thousands of people fleeing out of fear, and when she chose to take the remote streets out of town, it had been her potentially fatal mistake. Her SUV shuddered to a halt as the needle on her fuel dial hit the red and everything fell silent, with only the dull, distant sounds of screaming drifting across the fields. With the sun beginning to touch the horizon and light becomes scarce, she had little option but to gather their things and begin to walk in search of shelter. 

It had reached nightfall and she had been walking for what felt like hours, Lily having fallen asleep in her arms as she softly sung to her, hoping to keep her fear at bay for now. But as two glowing lights of an approaching vehicle appeared over the hill up ahead, she picked up the pace, waving frantically with hopes of getting their attention. 

“Stop! Please!”