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“That....” 

 Róisín Stewart took a deep breath in, then slowly let go of it in a sigh. “is a rather bang-on, brutal question oul wolfie boyo.” Her fingertips traced along the top of the drink he’d offered her - a whiskey neat, just the way she liked it - without knowing she’d gotten sober. It had been quite a while since they’d talked. Lo, she took a sip of the caramel-shaded liquor, a satisfied sigh leaving her wetted lips and her lids fluttering shut for a second. She scratched her cheek then ran a hand through her long locks, tucking them behind her ear. The glass shook in her other hand. Tremors of fear, or just from tucking her hair?

Her lobes were adorned with dangly, silver and diamond earrings and her nails were like melted gold. Her makeup was more on the natural side, if she was even wearing any, and her mahogany hair looked a little unkempt compared to her normal straight locks. Her doe eyes finally met his, a little old mascara clumps smeared beneath. She pursed her pallid lips firmly, sniffled, and continued after finishing the glass in a long swig. 

“I came ‘ere because I’m leavin’.” 

Unbeknownst to him, she was in immediate danger, and coming here was bound to be a mistake - she had slowed down enough to potentially be caught but she couldn’t cut ties, not yet. She wasn’t strong enough. She barely took a half of a breath before continuing. 

“I’ve grown tired of the, of the,” she cleared her throat, “- the bullshit. I’ve grown tired of Ireland. I want to see someplace else. I, err, I actually came because I’ve come to, I’ve come to - ahhh” She stood, biting her lip until it turned white. Her hands rested on her hips and she still hadn’t huffed a full hit of air, not giving him much time to think. “My car’s banjaxed and I’m tired of being a dosser and a floozy and-” A tear very obviously rolled down her cheek, stopping her for a moment when it touched her lip, the first moment she’d breathed in a while. “And now I’ve brought a holy show to your seomra suí and I think I’m ossified off that glass of brown liquor and I’m absolutely mortified to inform you but I’ve aah fallen for you badly so... stop acting the maggot and riddle me, would you gae with me? ” Her eyes matched her words, and she grew even more pallid at her confession. “I’m leavin’ with or without you.”

She didn’t want to tell him, but she’d picked up a stalker after seeing him for a while; someone had followed her home from a bar after their third date. They had been friends long before, and she usually wasn’t open to turning friendships romantic, but he was a keeper and she could tell - plus they’d fallen apart in the years of friendship, so he was sort-of distant anyway. His musk filled the air and she finally took another deep breath, shutting her eyes once more. The room smelled peaty and familiar. She licked her lips again, before another nibble. Blood trickled into her mouth. Small veins appeared beneath her eyes but were gone with another deep breath. This was news to him as far as she knew - had she been turned into a vampire or something else in the month the frail human was away from him? She ghosted him, but the stalking didn’t stop, and now... now she was a creature of the night.

She was so cold. She craved his steamy touch against her. She had no doubt he had smelled her out already, or maybe when the blood left her lip, or surely he saw the veins she felt like sandpaper beneath the skin. What if he didn’t accept her? What if he didn’t come? She needed someone to protect her. She wanted to have someone she loved Stateside. She turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. She just wanted to be held by him.

She had already procured documents for the both of them with her inheritance money, sold her family’s lands to a distillery and a barley farmer, and had enough money to keep them going for a while. She grabbed something out of her rather large bag. She was holding a bag of American cash and two dossiers in her hands when she turned around. “I--” She started again, but he was already talking. She hadn’t caught the first half because she was panicking, but now she was tuned in. “Sorry, continue, please.”

open to: m/f/anyone connection: ex, on again / off again fling, fwb, spouse of his employer (he’s a bodyguard), idk whatever works!!

             “Why did you come here?” Lance asked, head tilting some and his brow creasing for a moment before he took a slight step closer to the other person, eager to touch them, to feel them close again. He desired them, craved them, wanted nothing more than to taste them again. It felt like there was more to this visit of theirs, late in the evening with no announcement of arrival– Lance didn’t mind, he’d been thinking of them and for a moment, he believed in his hesitation he communicated that they had possessed his mind not too long before they’d arrived. The man hoped that they were there for him, to get lost in passion like they had been before. 

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They looked down at the cookies before meeting his gaze again. "Well, we tried." They grimaced and grabbed the wine opener. "I'm sure they taste fine at least." They held out the opener for him to open the bottle, a smirk on their plump lips.

open to: m/f/anyone connection: friend, roommate, fwb, neighbor,whateer works! 

         “Eh, they’re not that pretty but they sure smell delicious,” Roy said as he pulled the tray of cookies from the oven, eyeing them as he put the tray on top of the stove and turned the oven off. Sliding the oven mitts off he tossed them onto the counter before glancing at the other and smiling. “– well, I vote we finish this bottle of wine while they cool, what’ya say?” 

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Space is the breath of art~

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They were more than taken aback by his speech. Mari was stunned to silence, very unlike them. They took a deep breath, their gaze meeting his piercing eyes. "You're right. It is too late." They wrapped their arms around themselves protectively, more than a little irritated he was telling them now. "Why would you tell me this now? What were you intending to change?" The faerie bit their lip roughly, tugging at the skin, a little bit of blood beading on their plump lip. "You have me in my fucking feelings over you for months and now you're going and you tell me it was reciprocated? After all I did to make it obvious I loved you too?" They broke eye contact finally, visibly upset. Tears threatened to pool in their eyes.

open to: m/f/anyone connection: friend, fwb, ex, co-worker (he’s a doctor), anything tbh plot: your muse has had feelings for Bradley for a while and with the prospect of them leaving/moving away, Bradley decided to face and admit his own feelings. 

           “Wait…. Please….” Bradley started, taking a few steps forward to catch their wrist gently in his hand, fingertips were light against their skin but it was all Bradley could focus on, the way their heartbeat pounded in their wrist and he had to swallow to remind himself why he was stopping them. “–I don’t want you to leave,” he sighed, releasing their wrist and finally glancing to meet their gaze. “I don’t want you to leave because I love you and yes, I’m an idiot for waiting so long for… all the things I should have done and didn’t,” once again he took hold of them, their hand this time, his thumb rubbing over the back of their hand as he spoke some more, his heart on his sleeve. “–for all the times I should have kissed you and didn’t… it’s probably too late and I just….” he trailed off, realizing now the vulnerability he’d put them both in, but he held onto their hand, hoping that would be enough.

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Despite the fact that I occasionally compulsively overshare, people somehow still manage to know nothing about me

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.ﾟ☆ﾟ.  ╼  pick up line meme.

Feel free to change pronouns as needed !!

❛  Even though there aren’t any stars out tonight, you’re still shining like one. ❜ ❛ Your hand looks heavy can i hold it for you?  ❛ Do you know if there are any police around? Cause I’m about to steal your heart. ❜ ❛ Guess what I’m wearing? The smile you gave me! ❜ ❛ Do you like my sweater? Its boyfriend material. ❜ ❛ Can I borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it back. ❜ ❛ Do you come with coffee and cream because you are my sugar. ❜ ❛ I think you’re an alien. You just abducted my heart. ❜ ❛ Even if there wasn’t gravity on earth, I’d still fall for you. ❜ ❛ If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand. ❜ ❛ Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling. ❜ ❛ You’re kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind. ❜ ❛ There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it. ❜ ❛ You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room. ❜ ❛ Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart. ❜ ❛ Is your name “swiffer”? ‘Cause you just swept me off my feet. ❜ ❛ Was your father a thief? ‘Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes. ❜ ❛ Can I hit you in the face… with my lips? ❜ ❛ If I could reach out and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile, I’d have the sky in the palm of my hand. ❜ ❛ When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part. ❜ ❛ Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you. ❜ ❛ You’re single. I’m single. Coincidence? I think not. ❜  ❛ Baby you make palms sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti. ❜ ❛ You know what you’d look really beautiful in? My arms. ❜ ❛ See these keys? I wish I had the one to your heart. ❜ ❛ May I flirt with you? ❜ ❛ It’s not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me! ❜ ❛ Do I know you? ‘Cause you look a lot like my next boyfriend. ❜ ❛ I can’t stop looking at how gorgeous you are… If I kiss you will I get slapped? ❜ ❛ I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art. ❜ ❛ Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven? ❜ ❛ Are you from Starbucks because I like you a latte. ❜ ❛ There is something wrong with my phone. Could you call it for me to see if it rings? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary? ❜

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Indya Moore Gifs Pt. 3

This Pack contains 123 gifs of actress Indya Moore as her character Angel in episode three & four of the show Pose. All gifs were made by me and are for rp purposes only! Do not: Repost or claim as your own, add to gif hunts, add to crackship or graphic, or edit in any way! That includes gif icons. Please like/reblog if using. Waring: Some slightly NSFW gifs included. 

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about Dan

Full name: Daniel Michael Sweeney

Birthdate: 16/01/1880 - 17:30h (Capricorn)

Birthplace: Kilkenny, Ireland

Deathdate: 15/11/1920

Deathplace: Derry, Ireland

Cause of death: complications from Spanish Influenza

Species: Vampire/Witch

Most notable places of resettlement: originally Galway, Ireland, then New York City, NY, then Boston, Massachusetts, then Wichita, KS, then San Francisco, CA. Often moves every decade due to lack of aging. Has relocated about ten times.

Powers: inhuman speed and strength, mind control (compulsion/mesmerization), other magical abilities and spells

Weaknesses: the sun (wears a ring to survive)

Backstory: Daniel was one of eleven children, his parents were Catholic. He had to work starting at a young age and wasn't well educated as a result. Luckily, he had the ability to become educated after death. He was a hard worker, in manual labor of various kinds, until his death at age 40. His family had all died of the flu in the two years before he had, which left him with what seemed to him to be a substantial amount of money -- he had previously been sending it home.

He became quite taken with a nurse who was caring for him, who, unbeknownst to him, was a vampire. She was feeding him her blood in small quantities to try and heal him, but it didn't work. However, it turned him into a vampire. He woke up in the incinerator, moments before they were going to turn it on. However, his beloved had been slain by a hunter while he was transitioning. He vowed to avenge her, and did, before traveling to the new world. Unfortunately, many bystanders such as the hunter's family became collateral damage. With no one to teach him, Dan was ravenous, traumatized, and pissed.

Upon arriving in New York, Daniel ate his way through tenements and had to quickly relocate to Boston. Over time, he learned self control. He stayed in Boston a little too long, loving the people around him and joining the mafia. He quickly moved through the ranks, but people were beginning to notice he wasn't aging after a dozen years or so. He moved to Wichita and worked in agriculture for a while. Finally he moved to San Francisco after detouring (and devouring his way) through Midwest Americana over the course of the rest of the century. He now resides in San Fran, easily his favorite place to live since Boston, receiving education at the University. He was currently studying English, hoping to become a professor and start over somewhere soon. Daniel learned to sublimate cravings with alcohol and nicotine, drastically reducing the amount of times feeding on others was necessary. His favorite blood, however, was faeries, and he couldn't control himself around them.

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 “upsy daisy”

Rose giggled as she was picked up, wrapping her arms around their neck. "What was that for?"

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send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

or— send in your muse’s reaction to mine asking.

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Joel Kinnaman in Altered Carbon (2018- ) | 1x04, “Force of Evil”

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Send “upsy daisy” to pick up my muse bridal style

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Sometimes I think about lesbian icon renée vivien lauging so hard she had to leave a lecture bc the man was talking about how a book of anonymously published love poetry was the pinnacle depiction of a young man’s desire towards women…

but it was her book. She wrote it. About her girlfriend.

She’s the one on the left.

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about mari

Face claim: Ana de Armas

Nombre: Maritza Valencia Torrez

Especies: hada, oscuro (dark faerie)

Género: no binario (nonbinary)

Fecha de nacimiento: 27/08/1989 - 12:06h (Virgo)

Lugar de nacimiento: Santa Cruz del Norte, Cuba

Padre: Emidio Torrez (17/09/1970 - 07:55h)

Madre: Priscila Ortiz (19/07/1970 - 16:17h)

Altura: 5'6" (1.67m)

Pesa: 121 lbs (55kg)

Forma del cuerpo: chiquita (petite body frame)

Color de los ojos: verde (green eyes)

Sexualidad: Bisexual (m/f/nb)

Pronombres: está bien con cualquiera, pero prefiero elle (okay with any pronouns but prefers they/them)

Artistas musicales favoritos: Ozuna, Daddy Yankee, Elvis Crespo, J Balvin, Atomic Otro Way, Cirujano Nocturno, Crazy Design, Dalex, El Batallon, El Fother, JN3, Joa el Super MC, Lapiz Conciente, Lr Ley Del Rap, Lunay, Maluma, Nicky Jam, Poeta Callejero, Quimico Ultra Mega, R1 La Esencia, Rochy RD, Shadow Blow, Shelow Shaq, Toxic Crow, Vakero.

Trasfondo: Born midday on a Sunday in north Cuba along the shoreline, Maritza never knew wealth but they knew deep paternal love. Their parents were Catholic and their mother had many pregnancies (11). However, they were the only one who lived, surviving a twin. Their mother passed away giving birth to them. It was hard to grow up without a female influence in their life, and was probably a major contributing factor to their tomboyishness. They cite it as a main reason influencing their journey of discovering they were nonbinary all along.

Mari was raised in borderline poverty until they saved up the money to make it to Miami. In the fall of 2017, Mari finally had the means and education necessary to apply for a work visa in America. They were 28 years old and without their father for the first time in their life. He was ailing, and they were hoping to make enough money abroad to send home to take care of him. They had originally gone into a healing profession, pediatrician, without even knowing they were a faerie. They discovered their abilities in doctoral school, however. They had a bad car accident, completely totalling their car, but received not a single external scratch and only minor internal injuries plus whip lash. It was then that they discovered they were invulnerable. They should have died in that wreck. They opened the door using inhuman strength and survived, but accidentally murdered the other driver, starting the struggle for their soul. It wasn't long after that they made a deal with the dark. They were also called an old soul all their life and seem to possess more wisdom than anyone their age should.

Their powers include: nature/vegetation and light control (photokinesis and chlorokinesis), healing especially reiki, mind control/mesmer, superhuman durability and strength, glamour, telepathy with other faeries and fae, and intoxicating blood. They haven't discovered all the rest of their abilities yet, such as oneirokinesis (dream entering), longevity, and shapeshifting.

Their weaknesses include: citrus fruit allergy, silver and iron, reflective sunglasses which block their mind control/mesmerization, poison and venom, and a sickly sweet smell that makes other fae want to devour them.

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Here’s a song for you… Do I Wanna Know? by CHVRCHES

crawling back to you

never thought of calling when you've had a few

cuz i always do

maybe I'm too

busy being yours to fall for somebody new

never thought it through

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Random Assortment of Sentence Starts (Part 3?)

“Hi, um, I’m ___? We’ve been chatting online…?” 

“You seem oddly familiar… have we met before?” 

“If you don’t start talking I am going to start breaking your fingers one by one until you do.” 

“Oh god, please, wake up!” 

“How did you get in here?!” 

“Ow… my head…” 

“That looked like a rough landing.” 

“Ouch, that had to hurt.” 

“FUCK!” 

“My dear, even the stars cannot outshine you.” 

“You are like the wind- I feel you brush against me, but I fear as soon as I reach out to touch back, you will slip away between my fingers.” 

“Are you alright?” 

“Does it look like I’m alright?!”

“Stop moving! I’m trying to help!” 

“You’re cute for an asshole. A pity.” 

“Stay still- you’ll only bleed more.”

“What… what happened to you?” 

“You’re not the person I remember.” 

“I’m not the person you remember, nor will I ever return to being that person.” 

“Care for a dance?” 

“You’re going to bleed out at this rate.” 

“I love you, alright?!” 

“I have waited this long for you- I will wait for you for longer still.” 

“I’m going to kill you, nice and painful.” 

“Careful- you’re trying my patience. You wouldn’t like me angry, now, would you?” 

“I can’t wait for you any longer! I’m done!” 

“Hey, can I have your number?” 

“You seem awfully lonely.”

“You never deserved friends.” 

“No wonder they left you- you can’t even keep yourself together, let alone a relationship.” 

“I care for you, possibly more than I should.” 

“I shouldn’t have ever met you!” 

“Please… don’t forget me too…” 

“I never forget a face… nor do I ever forgive a transgressor.” 

“I’ve stumbled in and out of love so much that I am bruised and numb to the heartache.” 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night…” 

:0+ add your own!

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tbh I think landscaper/sex shop owner should be the hot new au. florist/tattoo artist au but make it 2020. we need new cliches in this chili's