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hello darkness my old friend heh heh

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Upon the prompt to do so, Athena ordered her white wine. And then she propped herself up on her elbow. Their friendship group generally had a 'no talking about work' rule which she didn't disagree with, but it did also mean that in cases like this, it felt like you didn't know anything about a large part of your friends life. She took her drink with a small smile, clinked their glasses together and then took a sip. "I work for a hardship charity," Athena explained. "I am one of their frontline workers. So when people are struggling and reach out to the charity for support, I go and meet them in person and work with them to help them," The woman explained calmly. Another sip of her drink and then she raised her eyebrows. "So tell me more about what it is you do exactly. I don't think we've ever had a chance to speak about it much fully because the general group vibe is, let's not talk about work."

They were amicable enough—acquaintances who occasionally met on weekends but hadn’t ventured far beyond casual conversation yet. Somehow, tonight felt different though: an energy hung in the air that made Hugo hesitate before heading home. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. What’s your poison?” He liked this relaxed moment where they could strip away pretense; being amongst friends had its charm but sharing quieter moments allowed for possibilities untapped so far between them. “True, it’s been a while although I don’t really go out much when I’m not working. Got enough music and all that all day so in my spare time I usually just opt for a quiet night at home. What about yourself? What have you been up to?” Hugo asked curiously, before he ordered the drinks and handed Athena her glass. “Here you go! Now, drink up, buttercup!”

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There wasn't much left in Athena's current glass anyway so in a blink of an eye, the remaining drops of rosé were gone. The woman proper her elbows on the counter and smiled over at him. "One more won't hurt," She echoed his words. "I can't remember the last time just us caught up properly actually. How're you doing Hugo? Catch me up. What's going on in your world?" Athena would definitely consider the man a friend, however their interactions were almost exclusively in group settings which meant deep conversation was kind of hard to initiate. There was a lot about the man that she didn't actually know. This was her chance to correct that. "... I also need to secure my next drink."

The low lighting reflected Hugo’s playful spirit as he enjoyed one last drink with Athena while their other friends excused themselves for early mornings. With every sip of whiskey from the glass perched on the bar between them, memories danced vividly within Hugo’s mind: impromptu road trips defined by guffaws emanating from car windows while navigating through winding country roads, aimless conversations under starry skies that lasted until dawn broke above sleepy horizons as a wide smile formed upon his lips. “Looks like it. I’m definitely down for another drink. One more won’t hurt. What about you? Are you game?”

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MUTUALS ONLY LIKE THIS POST & I'LL COME REPLY TO ONE OF YOUR STARTERS !!! { Or if there's a specific starter of yours that you'd like to get some more love, please feel free to send that my way }

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open to: m/f/nb note: river is dishing the gossip on the latest wedding she worked on. your muse could be a bestie, a friend... super open! about: river cheng is a pansexual 20-something wedding planner.

"And his face dropped like you wouldn't believe," River shook her head and laughed as she chowed down on another piece of popcorn. The duo were having a night in, catching up on their lives. Typical River was perched on the sofa, in the spot closest to the table of snacks they'd built. "Then when he asked who she'd been having the affair with, it turned out to be his Aunt! She's adopted, and the grandparents got her not too long ago so the age different between him and her is actually only 11 years... So the age difference between the wife and her is 8 years," The woman continued to rattle details. The only pauses she took were to eat. "And then -- Yeah. She walked out with the person who was soon to be her Aunt-In-Law and left him at the alter. Can you imagine!?"

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open to: m/f/nb about: cherry kiely is a pansexual 20-something dancer & dance instructor..

"Don't look at me like that. I just worked for six days straight. You're a fool if you thought I was going to be up before midday."

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open to: m/f/nb about: fabian is a bisexual photographer.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Fabian practically leapt over his bed to grab his camera. “Don’t move!” Camera in hand, he clambered over the bed to return to his previous position. The lens was aimed at them as he looked through. “God you’re just –” Snap. Snap. Snap. The camera was lowered slightly. “Gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” As Fabian spoke, there was a massive smile on his face. “The sun had been hitting you just right and I just needed to get a picture and you’re gorgeous.”

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based on: loosely, bullet point one note: scarlette is a popular radio & tv presenter

The hours had been ridiculous lately. Scarlette was exhausted, and had next to no time to socialise. That made everything so much worse. Seeing her friends being alive. She needed laughter and smiles and memory-making. Those were the things that got her by. So, despite getting home at 10pm after starting work at 8am, she decided something needed to be done. The woman quickly changed and rang her best friend. “Right - Where are you? I just need to spend hours with you chatting about random shit. I’m going to lose my marbles if I don’t see you for another day. So get ready because I’m stopping by with a care and we’re heading to a bar.” Exactly an hour later, Scarlette was rolling up outside their building. She text them to let them know that she was outside. Immediately there was a smile on her face. There was also a slight hint of tiredness behind her eyes but she knew that the chemistry between them would wake her back up almost immediately once they got in the car. Not too long later the car door opened. “My love!” Scarlette declared and threw her arms around her best friend. They’d been sat down for almost two seconds. After their greeting, she gave the driver the address of the bar. 

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When Heather eventually stopped talking, Nora fund herself walking in circles on the spot. "Don't even know what you're doing with it... They're just for you..." She muttered quietly to herself before huffing and turning to face the other woman again. "And yet, they were left where I could see them. I managed to see them," Her voice was stern, laced with frustration. "All it would take is for this to be accidentally left out in front of someone else. That's all it could take," Eventually she tried to steady herself. Nora didn't like getting angry - despite what many may think. She didn't like feeling hot, warm in the face, and like she wanted to fight. So Nora made herself stop and take a few breaths. "There's a reason that whenever I have shared stories, it's been in person, in private spaces. I don't even text you stories because I'd rather be safe than sorry."

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“you don’t even know what i’m doing with it," heather was quick to attempt to defend herself, as if the excuse that she gave made the situation any better. she crossed her arms over her chest rather defensively, like somehow nora was in the wrong for looking through her things. “it’s only notes. it’s not like anyone else is going to see them so what's the problem? they're just for me," she murmured, "mostly."

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100 INDULGENT TROPES

A collection of one hundred tropes of varying nature. Spiritual successor to my previous An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme. Some of these pair well together and can easily be sent in various combinations. Some are also highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

one muse steps protectively in front of the other

one muse tends to the other’s injury

one muse is not acting like themselves and the other has to snap them out of it

one muse kisses the other during an argument

one muse pins the other to a wall

one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist

one muse kisses the other on their neck or shoulder

one muse helps the other put on a necklace or tie

our muses aren’t supposed to be together but keep meeting anyway (on purpose or by accident)

our muses have a secret relationship

one muse takes a blow meant for the the other

one muse fights away enemies attacking the the other

one muse asks the other for their favor / a token before battle or a tourney

our muses share a night together believing it might be their last

our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal

our muses willingly marry for political reasons

our muses get married for love

our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision

one muse has taken the other captive

our muses are in love but one thinks they aren’t good enough for the other

our muses are forced to ally for a common goal

our muses are enemies or former enemies but have started to fall for each other

our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two

our muses are trying to manipulate each other

one muse is trying to manipulate the other

our muses have feelings for each other but have conflicting loyalties

our muses are friends but have started to fall for each other

our muses are childhood friends that have been slowly falling for each other over the years

one muse has been in love with the other for a long time but is afraid their feelings are not reciprocated

one muse is in love with the other but they are in a relationship with or engaged to another person

our muses engage in a courtly romance

one muse is a knight in service to the the other’s family

one muse seeks comfort from a loveless marriage with the other, their lover

one muse traces the other’s scars

one muse kisses the other in a moment of heightened emotion

one muse confides in the other in a vulnerable moment

our muses are in love but circumstances prevent them from being together

our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting

one muse confesses love to another after that person is injured

one muse confesses love to another because they believe they may die soon

our muses must share a bed

one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye

one muse places a hand at the back of the other’s neck to pull them extremely close

our muses have been hooking up, no strings attached

our muses have been hooking up, but one or both has developed deeper feelings

our muses are exes that hook up against their better judgement

one muse presumes the other is dead but is shocked when they show up alive again

one muse betrays their long held loyalties in order to save the other’s life from their own allies

our muses fake a relationship but have no actual interest in each other

our muses fake a relationship but start to genuinely fall for each other

one muse is known for their hard exterior and softens only in the other’s presence

one muse is the other’s weakness, something an enemy is trying to exploit

our muses are stuck somewhere together and must occupy their time

one muse has feelings for the other but has not acted on them due to their association with another character (a sibling / relative / ex / etc. ) or an organization

one muse is scared to act on feelings for the other due to poor experiences with love in the past

one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

one muse acts oblivious to the other’s feelings for them but really they are aware

one muse has unrequited feelings for the other

our muses are co-workers engaging in a hidden romance

one muse reveals one of their darkest secrets to the other

one muse comforts the other during an emotional breakdown

one muse calms the other from an intense rage

one muse’s family forbids them from seeing the other

our muses are in love but their friends / family do not support their relationship

one muse seeks redemption for past actions and comes to the other to atone

our muses regularly exchange letters

our muses move in together

our muses adopt a pet together

our muses have a child together

our muses adopt a child together

one muse discovers they are pregnant by accident

our muses have been set up by mutual friends

our muses have been set up by a matchmaker

our muses are in love with each other but are in denial

one muse is the other’s bodyguard / protector

one muse is royalty while the other is a commoner / rogue / societal outcast

one muse kisses the other for a bet

one muse relentlessly flirts with the other

our muses kiss for the first time ever

one muse wins a date with the other at an event

our muses dance together for the first time

one muse brushes their fingers through the other’s hair

one muse drunkenly confesses something to the other

our muses drunkenly hook up and wake up next to each other

our muses are roommates

our muses are partners in crime

one muse is a supernatural creature who falls for the other, who is a mortal

our muses are supernatural creatures from opposite clans or species that are historically hostile to each other

one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them

our muses cuddle for warmth

our muses run away together

one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other

our muses bathe together

our muses cook together

our muses cuddle in bed

one muse serenades the other

one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat

one muse physically lifts the other up

one muse protectively wraps an arm around the other

meet cute !

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im just DESPERATE for an angsty slow burner romance !!! it's fall, its yearning season gang.

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Nora hadn't meant to be nosey. She wasn't the type of person to feel the need to be subtle about that. The book had just been open on the counter and she recognised a few familiar place names and the next thing she knew, she was nose deep. "I don't think it counts as rude when all it contains is tales of my life, you know?" Nora's irritation was clear as she pulled the book close to her chest. "This is confidential, Heather. This is my work. People pay for confidentiality and yes I tell my friends but that's because I assume they're not gonna go and bloody write it all down!"

open to anyone. muse: heather tanner. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. author. plot: heather wrote a hit novel a few years back and has been museless ever since. she thinks she’s finally found her inspiration, your muse. she might just have some feelings for them (which is likely because that’s just who she is) or they could have some sort of secret (crime related, supernatural, famous, just a little bit of a weirdo, whatever.)

“what are you looking at? is that my notebook?” seldom is heather ever panicked but it's the only way to describe how she currently feels. in her notebook she’d jotted down pages and pages of conversations they’d had, things that she’d noticed about them, stories they’d told her. it probably seemed like she was stalking them or something and while that definitely wasn’t the case, she didn’t have a leg to stand on. “don’t you know you're not supposed to look at other people’s things? how fucking rude. give it back."

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𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘇

It began with drawing for Mitch. As a child, he would be drawing on an surface possible with any tool to hand. It was almost like he needed to create just as much as he needed to breathe. There was nothing that could stop him. The youngster was always doodling away. This was when he was happiest. What he actually drew varied over the first few years of his life. His creative outlets also began to expand. Mitch tried pottery, collaging and eventually sewing. The task of actually sewing felt like a massive chore to him but he loved the end product. Slowly he began drawing things he wanted to sew, and would then do it. This would become the start of his love for fashion design.

Michigan’s parents, particularly his father, weren't exactly impressed initially that their son had an interest in what is stereotypically considered a feminine field. His three older brothers were all interested in typical things people imagine little boys to enjoy - playing with cars, play fighting and dinosaurs. There was no denying how happy Mitch was creating though so they realised that the best thing for him was if they supported his endeavors. His mother particularly was quite the fan of her son’s passion because it meant that she didn’t have to fix the holes in everyone’s clothes anymore. Mitch actually enjoyed those little moments of practice. He’d also occasionally whip up a new piece for his mother to wear, or would embellish and add on to items she already add that made them look so much more impressive.

It came to the surprise of no one when Michigan went on to study fashion at University. He did his undergraduate degree at Central Saint Martins in London, before completing 2 graduate degrees at Parsons. To help with student fees and day-to-day living costs, he’d moonlight at a dry cleaners to help with clothing repairs. The man has big dreams yes, but something about clothing repairs always takes him back to his childhood. Even now with his career in swing, he’ll still happily fix a hole in his friend’s coat if they want it. His talent and charm meant that not only did he exceed, but he built up an impressive network of connections via lecturers and guest lecturers. Everyone he spoke to said the exact same thing: This guy was destined for greatness.

There were bumps along the road of course. His father had an accident at work and permanent damage was made to his leg. His mother had a cancer scare, which still resulted in multiple surgeries and many medical appointments. A fire in a dodgy apartment building meant he lost entire books of sketches. During the course of his studies, Michigan realised his queerness. His parents didn’t exactly take fondly to it initially. The strain this caused their relationship was deeply painful for Mitch. His parents mean the world to him so for there to be any sort of tension between them caused him many lost hours of sleep. Thankfully they did come around.

His life is now everything he could dream of. You can regularly find Michigan at fashion shows around the world, his designs in high demand. More than a few titans of the fashion industry have referred to him as the one to watch. Models squeal in delight when they get booked for his shows. The only thing he’s missing is love. Yes, the man loves his career but it also makes relationships incredibly hard. He has everything he could need or want in life, except a partner to share it with.

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Lips pressed into a line, the brunette watched as he paced the room repetitively. Her mouth opened, about to ask him to stop, when he eventually did so anyway. Thank god. "Who says there'd even be fighting?" Elena huffed with a roll of her eyes. When he eventually joined her on the bed, Elena locked her hands behind his neck and looking sweetly up at him. "Then we don't talk about the jobs we're competing for when we're together. As soon as we both know we're vying for the same thing, we stop talking about that one thing... Or," A grin grew across her features. "We can believe in the fact that we're both adults, try not to talk it personally and just let whoever gets it, have it. And be able to talk about it. And not be weird."

Elias was walking back and forth across the length of the room, basically ignoring the willing woman on the bed. Elias looked back at Elena when she spoke and he would be lying if he didn't get a little distracted by her toplessness. "Don't you think this complicates things? I mean, sure artists can be friends or pretend to be. But doing this and basically 'fighting' for commissions at the same time?" Elias usually slept with his models, not fellow artists. "But you do look wonderful." he said as he joined her on the bed, hovering above her as he captured her lips in a soft kiss. "I just don't like the thought of competing with someone I'm sleeping with."

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FELIX CULPA (meaning): an apparent error or disaster with happy consequences.

just a bunch of city-dwellers with complicated lore living in the same apartment building.

char, they/them, 28, incredibly neurospicy and mentally ill. just looking to enjoy creative writing and get back in touch with my love of storytelling.

rules | main muses | starters | wanted plots | wanted opposites | banned fcs

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i'm really craving romance !? the early days with accidental hand touches and first kisses or long time romance with the familiarity and deep love or repairing romance of trying to rebuild... all of it !!!!!!! so plz hmu those down for plotting !!!!