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Evolution of Henry and Alex relationship (to be continued… 👀)

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GREASE 2 1982, dir. Patricia Birch

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MICHELLE PFEIFFER in GREASE 2 (1982), dir. Patricia Birch

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“I dunno, it was just lying there all lonely,” he continued, fingers toying lazily with the edge of the fabric. “Figured I’d give it some attention. Looks good on me, huh?” A beat. Then he stepped a little closer, gaze mischievous and unrepentant. “Gonna take it back, or are you just gonna keep staring?”

muse: koji tanaka, filmmaker, 28 open to: m / f / nb plot: anything, they could be fwb/newly dating in the morning after, or maybe they're exes and he's far too amused spotting them in his shirt...

a smirk spread over his features, amused gaze takes in their figure before he asks. "... is that my shirt?"

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The pain in Luna’s voice struck something in her—something protective, something sharp.

"Hey," Selena said, not bothering to soften her tone too much. "Honestly? Maybe you weren’t her ideal wife. So what? That doesn’t mean you’re not someone’s. You’re strong, real, and not afraid to be yourself—and if that intimidated her or didn’t fit into her little mold, that’s her loss."

Then she added, with a little edge in her voice, “And anyone who makes you question your worth wasn’t worth your time to begin with.”

open to : f / nb ( 25+ ). muse : luna delgado. queer. she / they. luna works at her sister's cafe. she's head-strong. passionate about social issues. says things how they are. but can be shy around hot people. * please do not like my starter !

luna groaned as she placed her head down into her folded arms. " i can't believe im spiraling over finding out my ex is getting married." she lifted her head up and rested her chin on her arm, looking at the other. " am i not marriage material ?! "

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Theo’s lips curled just a little further at Dmitri’s question. How exactly did he plan to help? A fair inquiry, if not an expected one. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let the question settle in the space between them like smoke from a slow-burning match

Then, with the same smooth composure, he responded — not with sarcasm, but with that quiet, deliberate tone of his, edged in irony but not entirely closed off. “Well, for starters, you’ve made yourself interesting enough to stop me from walking out. That’s a rare feat.”

He shifted slightly against the wall, one shoulder dipping as if considering how much more he was willing to give. “But if you’re asking me to help, as you put it, then I suppose it’s only fair to ask—are I here to entertain you, distract you, or offer something more useful?” A pause, a glance down to his glass, then back to Dmitri.

His eyes lingered on the man walking his way, not exactly a familiar face but none the less one that sparked some curiosity. The way he moved in but didn't immediately hit him with a line, noticing the way those eyes lingered and trailed over. He was more than welcome to stare, Dmitri was well aware of the display he provided. A brow arched slowly at the comment about his expression, humming for a moment to take a sip of his drink before replying.

"Primarily it's one of boredom and dissapointment, but the night is still young - perhaps I've yet to find the right target for your first suggestion" He replied casually, back pressed to the wall and perhaps just a twitch of amusement in his face. Perhaps there was a chance that tonight wouldn't be a complete waste of time, that was if this man kept it up. "Is that so? A bold assumption and claim indeed...but I'll bite, how exactly do you plan to help?" He questioned, before a coy smiled appeared on his lips.

"Darling if you manage to succeed the luck will be all yours."

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Buck sighed, dramatic and loud enough for Eddie to hear it as he looked over at the smudge again. “Okay, okay,” he grumbled, reaching into his back pocket for the ever-present rag he kept tucked there for moments just like this.

He stepped toward the engine, still shaking his head. “You know,” he said, glancing sideways at Eddie as he started wiping the smudge with half-hearted circles, “I feel like I always end up cleaning everything around here sometimes. It feels like a one-man team,” he said with a wide grin, shaking his head as he looked at Eddie. “And spoiler alert—I’m the one-man part.”

eddie was trying to focus on the job. distractions often came, where he would constantly be fixated on it, overthinking things, but he's gotten better at it. eddie dealt with his anxieties well. but it wasn't always the case. today, his mind was thinking about his interaction with the priest. but all thought faded away when buck brushed into him.

eyes shifted over to look at him, eyes squinting for a moment, realizing what he had done. he saw the smudge that was back on the engine and he rolled his eyes. " everything is fine buck. so–– are you going to clean that or? " eyes darted at the direction of where the smudge was.

" i'm not cleaning that again. " he crossed his arms, waiting for the other to clean his mess. eyes focused on him now. seeing his face, it did soften his expression. buck lately seemed to always do that to him.

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Grace smiled softly, her fingers lazily brushing over the blanket as the morning light spilled across the room. These quiet moments were becoming her favorite. When Callum teased her, his lips barely brushing hers, she let out a breathy laugh, her body still humming with the ease of being near him. “Oh, I plan to,” she murmured under her breath, too amused by his warning to resist the playful challenge in his voice. She stretched and sat up. "The best I've ever had? Bold claim to make. I'll be the judge of that."

open starter: callum open to females

This was what Callum loved, the Sunday mornings, the calm before the storm. This was a big moment for him, having her stay the night, he knew his daughter would have lots of questions but for now she was peacefully asleep. Though they had met, Izzy already adored his girlfriend. “You better get in all the kisses whilst you can." He teased as his lips traced over hers. "But I am very hungry after last night, get ready for the best pancakes you've ever had. Sadly, with a five year old we don't get the pleasure of eating them in bed.”

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Theo had felt the stare before he fully saw it—eyes dragging over him like warm silk, deliberate, lingering. He didn’t break stride. If anything, he leaned into it, the subtle shift in his posture making him look effortlessly more put-together, his confidence settling over him.

He’d clocked the man immediately—Dmitri, clearly. The kind of beauty that didn’t try too hard because it didn’t need to. That shirt alone could write its own headlines, and Theo could appreciate someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

So, when he finally approached, Theo didn’t rush to speak. His eyes flicked from Dmitri’s drink to the sharp line of his jaw, then finally met his gaze with a slow-burning charm that didn’t ask for attention—it assumed it.

With a soft, amused lilt to his voice, Theo said, “That’s a dangerous look to be wearing with a face like that. You’re either trying to kill someone… or you’re bored out of your mind.”

His smile was slight—calculated but warm—as he added, “If it’s the latter, I might be able to help. If you’re lucky.”

open to: Males, tops/verses/bottoms

synopsis: Dmitri is at a social event and is bored to tears by almost everyone there. Care to fix that? The social event could be a club, gala, college campus party - whatever you want!

Dmitri knew he always drew focus when he walked into a space.

Call it arrogance or ego, didn't make it any less true. A recipie of confidence, good looks, wealth and intellect was bound to make you the center of attention. Currently Dmitri was adorned in a tight, silk black shirt with a low enough v-line that it almost reached his mid section - showing off his chest and perfectly smooth skin. The sleeves had golden trim and cufflings, with a pair of tight black trousers and healed shoes. Golden rings and ear wraps to finish the look, along with his perfectly styled hair. Styled to perfection, naturally.

But just because you drew attention, didn't mean you always wanted it - especially when said attention was oh so dull. Some guys came up to him to flirt, some tried awful pick up lines, made crass jokes or bragged about themselves. Each attempt was far more tedicious then the last, with one clearly closeted guy trying to 'on the downlow' moment which Dmitri responded by suggesting he try elsewhere, unless he wanted Dmitri to find out who his wife or girlfriend was and make sure she knew just what he was up to. That sent him running.

So with a glass of some kind of medicore beverage, Dmitri leaned against the wall - both annoyed that this whole affair had been so dull and that nobody of interest had come up to him. He was about to consider simply leaving, until his eyes caught sight of someone else making their way over.

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Ellan didn’t understand what had happened—one moment, he was soaring through the crimson skies of his realm, flames trailing in his wake, the air alive with heat and motion. The next, he was here. Somewhere cold. Still. Wrong. He couldn’t move. His body pulsed with heat that wasn’t allowed to burn. His vision swam for a moment before focusing on the figure in front of him. A woman, cloaked in magic he didn't recognise, the scent of earth clinging to her. “I don’t know… how I got here,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, low. “One moment I was in the skies. The next…” He glanced at the summoning circle around him, then back at her with narrowed eyes. “You dragged me from my realm.” His tone was not angry, not yet—but it vibrated with restrained power, like a flame just waiting for breath. “You bound me in this… place. This body.” He looked down at himself, flexing fingers as if rediscovering how they worked. He looked back at her, voice quieter now—but colder. “You ask who I am?” A pause. “I should ask the same of you.”

muse: ayla deluca (she/her), mid 20s, homoromantic homosexual, occult stylist verse: witch (tvd inspired)

          ayla always knew performing a summoning ritual on her own would be tricky, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. or so she believed. she was still mid-chant when a gust of wind extinguished the candles around her, and a shadowy figure materialized in the center of the circle. she raised an eyebrow, masking her initial surprise. "well, that got out of hand quickly," the witch muttered, her hand instinctively reaching for the athame at her belt. this wasn't in the grimoire. narrowed eyes studied the unfamiliar figure. "who are you, and what do you want?"

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Buck had been watching Eddie for the past five minutes from across the bay, half-distracted from whatever chore he was supposed to be doing. Eddie was bent over the engine, wiping down tools like it was therapy, all sharp jawline and silent focus. He wandered over under the guise of needing something—anything—to do. Probably didn’t fool Bobby or Chim, but Buck wasn’t in the mood to pretend. “Hey,” he said, voice light as he grabbed a rag. He leaned back against the side of the truck, shoulder brushing Eddie’s for a second before pulling back just enough. “Everything good?” Buck asked, softer this time. “Oops,” he said, voice dripping a little lower. “I smudged what you just cleaned. Sorry, bud.”

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♡ this for me to answer one of your indie starters because i have had no replies for months on this account and i'm trying to resurrect my blog from the dead

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man i hate being one of those roleplayers who can’t just…. easily discard and pick up plots and characters. i have plots/dynamics that have been inactive for YEARS and will very likely never get picked up again that i still think about and miss. when i genuinely love a plot/pairing it’s forever you could come to me in 10 years asking if i’d still like to write them and i’d say yes. and i hate it sm makes me feel like an idiot.

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911 lone star -> 126 forever

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TK and Carlos: "husband"

911 Lone Star: A Bright and Cloudless Morning (3x18) | Swipe Left (4x12) | In Sickness and in Health (4x18) | Both Sides, Now (5x01)