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— ☆ gimme a plot where muse a and muse b have been broken up for a little while, but one day muse a asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and they need muse b to pretend they're still together and go to some family event with muse a. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless

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''Okay, fine.'' Kristina sighed but a small smile curved her lips. ''But, just a few drinks. I've got work tomorrow.'' She warned, fully aware that it never meant just a few drinks. ''Just because it's a special occasion.'' She pointed out as she opened the liquor bottle and poured herself a drink. ''Anyways, what kind of business are you in town for?''

open to anyone! our muses live in different cities and finn's here on business. maybe they met this week or maybe they've known each other for years idc up to you

"c'mon, i'm only here for the weekend. after this, i have to go back to my very, very boring life. don't make me drink alone!" the rate finn was going, it wouldn't just be one drink.

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Hello! I'm Aimee, I'm looking for rp partners to hopefully start some long-term threads! I am 28 years old and I do have a full time job, so I'm looking for someone who can understand that and that my replies will most likely be just a few times a week.

If you're interested please let me know! I feel comfortable playing both female and male muses, however, I would like for us to have at least two threads so we can both play M and F muses, I am also comfortable with fxf and mxm pairings, also keep in mind I'd prefer 21+ partners. Also I am open to creating new muses for our plots since it's been quite a while since I've been really active on this blog.

Thank you for taking time to read this and hopefully we can write together!

Here are my muses so far:

TONY | KRISTINA |EVERETT

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The room felt tense, Kristina knew Toby wasn't very fond of her future husband, and honestly neither was him of Toby, she couldn't understand why he had insisted that they were their wedding photographer, it almost seemed intentional. ''I want our wedding to be a small celebration, I'd like to think maybe 30 people, and I definitely want the venue to be a garden.'' She began describing only to be interrupted by her soon to be husband, whom in comparison began describing the complete opposite of what she wanted. Suddenly he was interrupted by his phone ringing, something that often happened due to his job, just by taking a look at it, he excused himself and stormed off. ''I guess we don't have a theme yet.'' Kristina said letting out a bitter laugh. ''Are weddings usually this complicated? I guess you should know.'' She asked as she continued to fidget with her engagement ring, her eyes following down to her hands then lifting her head to look at Toby. ''I'm so sorry about all of this, I tried to avoid it.'' Kristina didn't want to admit she had been having second thoughts about her upcoming wedding, he had already made a big fuss about it, she couldn't just break it off, could she?

whilst they had attempted to turn her future husband down, he'd made it practically impossible to do so. toby didn't know how kris could stand him. he was so sure of himself, spoke more than was necessary and seemingly harboured beliefs that they were so starkly against. the moment he starts speaking, she knows exactly what sort of meeting this is becoming and it makes them feel sick. toby wanted the best for kris, that much they'd made clear for as long as they had known her. however, this couldn't possibly be it. couldn't fathom a world in which someone, who deserved all the good in the world like kristina did, was fated to such an idiot of a man. perhaps they were being unkind, perhaps their own feelings on the matter were somehow distorting how they viewed him, but they suspected otherwise. "thank you, uh - if you want to share more about your theme? it might help me conjure up a good story for your photographs. then we can have a look through my gallery, discern what you like and what you don't like...art is subjective, after all. what do you reckon?"

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Everett's lip curve forming a slightly bitter smile as he hears Warren's words, it was all true, nothing was ever going to be like it used, but at least now he felt as if things were finally starting to get a little better. ''I'm going to say it just because I know you won't judge me..'' He started as he sipped his beer. ''But it's great to just be myself for a little while.'' He knew he sounded like such an adult, but that was his reality now. ''I mean I don't want to sound like a shitty dad, but I know he's safe and he's with my mom, she offered to take care of him before, so I could finish school, and I said no, maybe it wasn't the best idea. I guess we all have some regrets.''

Warren only nods at the other's question. He doesn't want to get into it right now. Not when they're good now. He pulls the hair tie off his wrist and pulls his hair from his face. Ties it up. Warren's skin suddenly feels too tight. He doesn't say anything, which is rare, and squints when the other mentions like back then. Warren was -and is- usually drunk off his ass and coaxing Everett into stupid ideas. Or filming his stupid ideas. "Nothing could ever be like back then." Warren tells him with a small, forced smile. It's tight at the corners. He doesn't reject the beer though, the other mans already pulled them out. "You don't need to cut anything." Warren's worried what adding booze might do. "How're you feeling now that he stays over there?"

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“Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.”

— Jack Randall (via incorrect-outlander-quotes)

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“They told me you were gone and I screamed. I wailed, I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.”

— hdhwrites (via wnq-writers)

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open to any: m/f/nb

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''Didn't we just ruin the friendship?'' He asked with a tiny smirk across his lips, his forehead leaning into the other's with his hand over their thigh. Tony was never one to deny himself pleasure, he truly believed there was such thing as sex between friends. ''I mean, that doesn't have to change anything between us.'' He reassured the other.

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''Are you sure you're good to go?'' He asked Warren. ''C'mon, let's have a few beers. Jack's staying the night at my mom's.'' It felt weird to say, he was only 23 years old and was a father since he was 21, but that's just how life was now, and he really felt he needed just one night off. ''Like back then.'' He continued as he stood up and walked to the fridge fetching two beers, he slowly walked back towards Warren and extended his arm towards him offering the beer. ''So, what do you say? I promise I'll cut all the sentimental bullshit.''

Warren knows that. He knows he needs to be in a big city to get anywhere. He still wishes the other would tell him not to go. To give him a reason to stay. But he doesn't. Warren sighs softly as he rubs his hands across his face. The weed is hitting in all the wrong ways. He feels sick instead of light and floaty. He feels bad that it's Everett offering the reassuring words. He should be doing that. But there's something stuck here between them despite Warren never admitting anything. It's all in his head. "We've got a shot." Warren agrees. He flinches when Everett grabs him. His dark gaze is on Everett's hand. "It's not about that, don't worry about that." He tries to reassure the other. "I just gotta go. It's all good, man."

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''Leaving this town will take you places too.'' He said as he noted the shift in his friends mood. Reality was hard, they both probably weren't living their dream life anymore, almost sarcastically, life had gotten in the way. ''I know life is not exactly what we wanted it to be.'' Everett continued, trying to offer some reassurance to his friend. ''But we still got a shot, you know? And I know you can still make it, and I think I can still make it.' As his friend mentioned leaving Everett instinctively grabbed his forearm. ''Listen, maybe it's not what you wanted to hear, but I believe in you Warren, I truly think you'll do some great things out there, and maybe in a few year you can teach Jack to skate.''

Warren tries his best to mask the irritation that slips between his eyebrows. It's not his place, he knows that. It just feels like a blow to the head when Everett encourages him to go. Reminds him that, really, there is nothing here for him. He stubs the rest of the joint on the ground by his boot. He flicks his gaze towards the other man and huffs out a laugh. There's no need to comment on most of the shit the other man said. They're lives are incredibly different now. Warren couldn't even begin to relate to him anymore. "That's a good idea, a degree will take you places this town can't." Warren murmurs. "It'll be good for him to see you like that too. Not giving up and shit." Warren knows that it's not enough. He's not offering much to Everett but he's already planning on heading out. He feels pathetic questions on his tongue but can't get them out. There's no way. "I should probably head out, I know you're busy."

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you snorted coke off my tits and fucked me in the bathroom at a party last weekend and here I am … sitting in the front row of your classroom on the first day of your course …