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Who are your currant muses for requests rn?

Oof, it’s been a while since I updated that, but, the list is now all up to date and the current muses can be found here.

And if you need any prompts, you can find all of my prompts here, though original ideas are always welcome too.

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Page Six — Chapter Seventeen (Hostess With the Most Mess: Housewife Breaks Down At Jocelyn’s Party)

Summary: As tensions simmer beneath the surface, Jocelyn hosts her first soirée where polished appearances can’t quite mask the weight everyone’s carrying.

Word Count: 1,661

Tags: Canon Typical Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Sixteen <- 💎

In the following days, no one saw much of Kyle. She’d reached out, seemingly fine, but cancelling plans and making excuses. Since no one was really seeing her face to face, they mostly left her alone, checking in on her over text rather than calling her out at a party, or over dinner. Jocelyn was perhaps the most worried about her, but had also spent her time bonding with her fellow housewives in Kyle’s absence. She’d gone out to get mani pedis with Dorit, and got to know Sutton when she invited Jocelyn to let her see some of the pieces from her upcoming fashion line, even asking her to model in the show once she had it all ready, of course, to which Jocelyn happily accepted.

It had been a couple of weeks since the lunch that kickstarted her first season, and Jocelyn was settling into her new normal more than she expected to. The news cycle had mostly moved on from Kyle and Mauricio’s separation, but the cast hadn’t. Not really. The headlines were fewer, but the tension still clung to every scene like smog. Jocelyn was asked several times about Kyle, to which she usually replied that she seemed fine, she just needed some time to herself, and refused to engage with anyone on idle gossip, no matter how much people wished she’d give them something.

Finally, Jocelyn made the decision to throw a little get together —at the not so subtle suggestion of the producers— to show off her home and her life, something that would give the audience, and the other housewives a sense of who she was. She figured it was a good enough distraction to keep her from worrying about Kyle too much, and maybe hosting a little soirée would get Kyle out of the house again.

Jocelyn’s house was made immaculate, somewhat more staged than she usually kept it, but it still felt homey. Candles flickered beside curated charcuterie boards, champagne shimmered in crystal flutes, and every detail was checked and rechecked by Jocelyn herself, the night under the stars theme coming together almost exactly like she’d imagined.

This was Jocelyn’s on camera debut as a hostess, a soft launch of her space and her story, so she wanted perfection. There were nods to her personal life everywhere, photos of her and Aiden over the years, both casual and all glammed up for events, books she’d actually read shelved with meticulous care, and scattered modern decor mixed with antiques. They were nothing if not eclectic.

Aiden, to his credit, played his role to perfection. The doting, adorable husband who was almost more gracious and charming a host than she was. The other women loved him, that was obvious. But then again everyone liked Aiden. He was easy to love.

Still, no one could really settle. The Kyle shaped elephant in the room lingered, even though she hadn’t yet arrived. But, as if on cue, the knock Jocelyn had been waiting for finally came. She greeted Kyle at the door. Kyle smiled, hugged Jocelyn and yet went to sit at the table with palpable trepidation.

Everyone was cautious with her. Gentle, too gentle. Like they weren’t sure if she’d break or explode at them. No one wanted to be the one to set her off, but they were all dying to be the one who got her to talk.

Dorit tried first, lightly, with a tone so sweet it would have sounded condescending if Jocelyn didn’t know her better. “How are you holding up, darling?”

Kyle’s smile held, but Jocelyn knew her smile when it was real, and this one was definitely forced. “I’m okay.”

Once the floodgates on the topic had opened, the follow up questions came fast, with rabid curiosity and various levels of actual concern. Erika was more direct, and having been no stranger to getting the third degree from the ladies, she wasn’t shy about giving it back. “Was this your decision, or Mauricio’s?” Jocelyn flinched at that one.

Kyle tried. She really tried to give them answers, but she looked tired from it all already. “It was mutual. We’re just…figuring things out.”

Most of the table nodded their heads as if in understanding, but their eyes all said: You said that last week. So what’s changed?

When she stood up, it wasn’t with fanfare. Just a quiet, sudden push away from the table. “Excuse me,” she murmured.

She didn’t head for the nearby guest bathroom. She headed deeper into the house. Past the kitchen. Past the crew. Straight into Jocelyn’s home gym. It was dark inside at first. Cool. Still. Jocelyn always kept it that way, like a retreat. And maybe that’s what Kyle needed. Retreat.

Jocelyn didn’t hesitate. She stood, ignoring the manners typically associated with playing hostess. She didn’t care about that right now. Let them all think she was rude if they wanted. “I’ll check on her.”

Jocelyn knew where Kyle would be and the moment she reached the gym doors, a cameraman tried to follow. Jocelyn stepped in his path, firm but polite. “We’ll be five minutes.”

He hesitated. The glass doors were clear. The mic might still catch something. He didn’t argue. Jocelyn stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Kyle stood by the weights rack, back to the door, arms folded tightly around her stomach.

“I’m sorry,” she said before Jocelyn even spoke.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I shouldn’t have come. I thought I could handle it. Thought I’d warmed up to it again.”

Jocelyn walked toward her slowly, her voice quiet, even. “You have been handling it. With more grace than any of them could’ve managed.”

Kyle laughed once, but it came out sharp and humorless. Not quite what she intended, but Jocelyn didn’t fault her for it. “Grace? I feel like I’m unraveling.”

“Then unravel in here. I’ll keep the door shut.”

Kyle turned to her now. Eyes glassy. “I hate this timing. I hate that it’s all so public. And I know it was the right thing—I know it was—but that doesn’t make it easier.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“I didn’t want this to become my storyline,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to be the woman falling apart.”

Jocelyn reached out and wiped away a tear that was rolling its way down Kyle’s cheek. “You’re not falling apart. You’re still standing. You’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Outside, the cameras rolled quietly through the glass, picking up fragments of muffled conversation. Jocelyn hoped it would be stifled enough that the editors would find it unusable. Kyle didn’t need this to be aired, and Jocelyn knew she sure as hell didn’t want it to be.

As she continued to stand there with Kyle quietly falling apart in front of her, Jocelyn’s mind was spinning. She couldn’t protect Kyle from the public. Not completely. But maybe she could shift the spotlight.

As Kyle wiped the remainder of her tears away, Jocelyn caught sight of Garcelle coming towards them. Kyle still hadn’t fully recovered, so Jocelyn went out to do damage control. “Is she alright,” Garcelle asked, meeting Jocelyn at the door to the gym.

“Just a little overwhelmed,” she said, quickly switching gears. “It’s been nice having you all see my place, and meet Aiden, but would you think it was rude if maybe we called it an early night?”

Garcelle seemed momentarily surprised, but handled it well. “I understand. I think it’s been a long day for everyone. I’ll let the girls know.”

“Great, thank you. I’ll be out to say my goodbyes in just a moment.”

Garcelle wandered back to the front of the house, and Jocelyn turned back to Kyle the moment she’d gone. “Are you alright?”

Kyle nodded. “I will be. Thank you.”

“You never need to thank me, I’ll always be here for you when you need me.”

That night, after the women were gone and the crew had packed up, Jocelyn sent Kyle off with a hug before pouring two glasses of wine and going to find Aiden in the den.

“Can I ask you something crazy?”

Normally, he would have come back with some wry or witty response, but he could feel the gravity of this one was different, so he merely nodded at the couch, indicating she should take a seat and then he just let her ask.

She sat beside him, handing him one of the glasses. “What would you say if I told you I wanted to blow the whole thing up?”

He didn’t blink. “Blow what up? The house? We just got the windows done.” Alright, so maybe he couldn’t help himself.

“This. Us. Our marriage. Everything.” She paused. “Not the house,” she added, with a smirk.

Now he blinked. She continued. “I just want to take the heat off Kyle. Enough to give them something to chew on while she…I don’t know, gets her life back together?”

“So you want to come out,” he asked plainly. “On camera?”

“I want to protect her,” Jocelyn said. “And if I have to out myself to do it…so be it. I just need to know if you’re okay with it. It’s your life too.”

Aiden cracked a grin, one that was almost…proud. “What happened to the girl that couldn’t even cope with the thought of having cameras follow her every move?”

“Some things are more important.” She said this without meeting his eyes, but she hadn’t needed to. He knew perfectly well what she meant, and she was right. He really had nothing to lose out of this. They may have to rebrand a little, but a gay fashion designer was hardly shocking these days.

She waited what felt like an agonizingly long time for him to reply. “Well, that’ll make the reunion very interesting.”

Her eyes lit up. “You’d really be okay with this?”

He raised his glass. “Anything for love.”

💎 -> Chapter Eighteen

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Any new upcoming plot bunnies/ocs coming up?

I still have my two separate Stede (Our Flag Means Death) OCs to release, which I’ve finally been working on, and one Doom Patrol OC. Other than that, no. No others planned at the moment.

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Nina Cardoza Masterlist

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Introducing: Nina Cardoza

Fandom: The Real Housewives Of New York City

Face Claim: Inbar Lavi

Full Name: Nina Melanie Cardoza

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Neens

Age: 31

Myers Briggs Type: ESFJ

Love Interest: Dorinda Medley

Occupation: Owner Of A Boutique Vintage Bar

Collections: Polaroids Of People Dancing At Her Bar

Style/Clothing: Eclectic, colorful vintage meets casually sexy. She’s that girl in a leather jacket and silk dress who dances barefoot by the end of the night.

Signature Quote: “Everything I do, I do with intention.”

Plot Summary: Nina Cardoza was born in Miami to Cuban American parents and moved to New York in her early 20s with nothing but a duffel bag full of thrifted clothes and her dad’s old record collection. There she carved out a niche for herself in the city’s nightlife scene by opening a vintage inspired lounge called Goldie’s. She’s built her life around joy, music, and showing up for her people. And it’s at an exclusive party at her bar that she meets Dorinda Medley. They bond, and Nina asks her out, though it takes Dorinda a few of these “dates” to realize that Nina isn’t just in it for her friendship.

Forever Tag: @kmc1989, @fanficanatic-tw, @immyowndefender, @teasingguts

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Introducing: Thea Hartley

Fandom: The Real Housewives Of New York City

Face Claim: Olivia Cooke

Full Name: Thea Isobel Hartley

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Mouse

Age: 27

Myers Briggs Type: INFP

Love Interest: Carole Radziwill

Occupation: Freelance Editor

Collections: Rare Books

Style/Clothing: Thea dresses somewhere between preppy and rebellious. She loves plaids, and stripes, and suspenders, but will often rock leather jackets and studded pants as well.

Signature Quote: “A sharp mind is far sexier than just having a nice body.”

Plot Summary: Attending a literary industry conference, Thea Hartley hopes to make some connections, and gain some editing work to fill her time. The networking is draining, but she thinks she’s making some progress, at least until Carole Radziwill walked in. There’s something about her that Thea can’t seem to tear her eyes away from, and she finds herself drifting away from conversations she should be focusing on. Finally, Carole approaches her. This time the conversation is easy, free flowing, and effortless. Carole mentions a new book project in need of fresh eyes and offers to have Thea edit it. Thea, caught somewhere between excitement and awe, happily agrees to going out for lunch to talk it over. And soon, sparks are flying between the two of them.

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The kitchen was quiet, for once. Marnie leaned against the counter in her sleek black turtleneck, watching Lucy stir a pot of something she claimed was “experimental.”

“I can feel you staring,” Lucy said, glancing over with a raised brow.

Marnie smiled. “Can you blame me?”

Lucy’s lips twitched into a smile she tried to hide. She tapped the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot, then set it down and crossed her arms, eyeing Marnie with mock suspicion.

“Are you trying to butter me up because you don’t want to try the soup I made?”

“I’ll try anything if it came from you,” Marnie said, stepping closer. The sincerity in Marnie’s voice made Lucy falter, her eyes searching the other woman’s face.

“I don’t know what to do with someone like you,” Lucy murmured.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Marnie whispered, though she greatly wished she would.

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Introducing: Michaela Stratton

Fandom: The Real Housewives Of New York City

Face Claim: Sarah Rafferty

Full Name: Michaela Elle Stratton

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Strat

Age: 34

Myers Briggs Type: ESFJ

Love Interest: Bethenny Frankel

Occupation: Interior Designer

Collections: Throw Pillows

Style/Clothing: She likes elegant, fluid silhouettes, wrap dresses, soft knits, cashmere dusters. Earth tones and pastels, rarely black.

Signature Quote: “I believe in kindness, but not in being underestimated.”

Plot Summary: Michaela Stratton joins The Real Housewives of New York not because she needs the spotlight, but because it was Bethenny who asked. Years ago, Bethenny hired her to redesign her space and the two clicked in a way neither expected. Over time, the professional lines blurred into a friendship with an ease that Bethenny rarely allows. Now, Michaela’s design firm is expanding, and she’s stepping into a new phase of her life, a new neighborhood, new business opportunities, and possibly, a new phase in her relationship with Bethenny. It becomes obvious to everyone else that there’s something more going on than mere friendship.

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👚 for Fantasia Anders, please?

Send 👚 + an OC for a Casual/Everyday outfit for one of my OCs

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Introducing: Leona Fairborne

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Face Claim: Hannah New

Full Name: Leona Rose Fairborne

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Lee, Revenant Rose

Age: 28

Myers Briggs Type: INFJ

Love Interest: Anne Bonny

Collections: Antique Perfume Bottles

Style/Clothing: When Anne first meets her, she wears delicate pastels, soft lilacs, petal pinks, seafoam greens, dirtied a little by her ordeal, but still softly feminine. After being with Anne for a while, she switches to a more practical style, but retains her favored color palette.

Signature Quote: “I used to think I needed rescuing. Turns out I just needed a sharper knife.”

Plot Summary: Leona Fairborne was meant for a life of comfort and protocol, raised under the thumb of her father, a decorated naval captain who groomed her to be an ornament of his success. But everything changed the day pirates raided their vessel and took her hostage. What was meant to be a brief stint of leverage turned into months of captivity. When she finally escapes, she doesn’t run home. She runs into something else, a small antique shop, dusty and full of stories, run by a woman feels both alluring and dangerous. Anne sees her as a curiosity at first: soft, naive, pretty. She flirts with her for sport. Calls her “princess” and asks what she’d do if someone cut her corset strings. But Leona isn’t nearly as innocent as Anne thinks and Anne is caught off guard by how badly she wants her, not just in her bed, but on her crew. Eventually, Anne returns to piracy, bringing Leona with her. And when enemies come for them, they’ll learn, Leona Fairborne didn’t survive captivity. She thrived in it.

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Introducing: Philomena Quince

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Face Claim: Clara Paget

Full Name: Philomena Marigold Quince

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Phil (used by old acquaintances), Mena (used by Evelyn)

Age: 34

Myers Briggs Type: ENTP

Love Interest: Evelyn Higgins

Occupation: Pirate

Collections: Flags From Ships She’s Raided

Style/Clothing: Corset like waistcoats over loose linen shirts, paired with high boots and layered necklaces. Equal fan of pants versus skirts. Typically likes rich jewel tones, especially crimson, emerald, and sapphire. She likes to be noticed and remembered.

Signature Quote: “Everyone’s for sale. Price just depends on how long you’ve got left to live.”

Plot Summary: Philomena Quince has made her name not by being the most vicious pirate on the sea —though she is among those that are— but by being the most connected. With contacts in every major port, Philomena is a mover of information, currency, weapons, and secrets. But when one of her former crewmates crosses a line that can’t be uncrossed and steals her ship out from under her, Philomena turns to a contact for help and is introduced to Evelyn Higgins, a woman who knows how to make troublesome individuals disappear. Permanently. Evelyn’s efficiency is chilling, but it excites Philomena more than it scares her. She jokingly tells Evelyn she’d make a good pirate. Weeks later, Philomena is preparing to steal a ship from under the nose of a pompous colonial captain when Evelyn shows up at the dock. Together, they steal the ship, now dubbed The Red Tide, and form a crew of their own. As their legend grows, so do their enemies. In the end, The Red Tide becomes more than a ship. It becomes a floating empire, a myth in red sails, and a place for intimacy and trust that neither woman thought they were capable of.

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Introducing: Bailey Calder

Fandom: The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills

Face Claim: Emilija Baranac

Full Name: Bailey Marcia Calder

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Bae

Age: 26

Myers Briggs Type: INFP

Love Interest: Denise Richards

Occupation: Actress

Collections: Movie Posters

Style/Clothing: Bailey isn’t one to go for designer clothes. She likes to look good, but her idea of looking good doesn’t require a brand name. She likes to be more casual. A solid jacket and a good pair of jeans can be just as cute as a dress that easily costs more than her rent.

Signature Quote: “They say never meet your heroes, but I don’t know if there’s a rule about sleeping with them.”

Plot Summary: When Bailey Calder lands a role in a lifetime movie, she thinks it might be the break she’s been looking for. And when she finds out Denise Richards is playing her mom, she just about loses it. Denise Richards, the woman she’s adored and idolized for years and also a woman twice her age and no stranger to complicated relationships. Denise is used to being in control —of her image, her career, her lovers— but Bailey is nothing like what Denise is used to. As the two grow closer, subtle flirtation turns into something far more. For Bailey, it’s her first taste of desire and agency, for Denise, it’s a line she never meant to cross, but can’t bring herself to walk away from.

Forever Tag: @kmc1989, @fanficanatic-tw, @immyowndefender, @teasingguts