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a quick psa: if i haven't replied yet, i'm going to, i promise! i just got my 2nd covid vaccine yesterday and it's kicking my ass right now. thanks for your patience though!

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change of pace, hopeless romantic type shit now. muse a and muse b having a jolly good ol' time in one of their apartments. both are kinda drunk, and kind also in love with each other and don't know it bc they're both dummies and think the other isn't interested. they're playing music and one of their favorite slow songs come up and one of them pulls the other up to dance with them and they get so close to kissing and IDK MAYBE THEY KISS

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ok  but  ‘he  was  a  punk,  she  did  ballet‘  but  m  /  m

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how about a m/m cliche type plot where the nerdy younger brother (muse a) suddenly gets hot and the older brother’s best friend (muse b) notices?? muse a is always in the kitchen doing some studying or working on nerdy craft projects while muse b hangs out in the living room with his brother, not necessarily caring all that much about the girl at the party who was a “sure thing.” instead muse b nods along and watches muse a working on whatever little craft his heart desires!!! and then he excuses himself to go in the kitchen and get a drink and instead goes over and compliments muse a on his crafts!? 

queue muse b coming over more often, bringing little diy projects he looked up to impress muse a next time he saw him oh sgohsfitgd

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okay, but hear me out. witch/warlock muses getting together to try and summon up a dead loved one for healing/closure purposes, but summoning up a demon instead and said demon attaching itself to one of them.

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so, like a plot where muse a can see ghosts, muse b is a ghost, and idk muse a falls for muse b and vice versa, but they know that they can't be together bc one of them is dead. but like i wanna write everything in between their meeting and their goodbyes. like muse a doesn't have to die to be with them.

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muse: perdita kim verse: human, art student/flower shop assistant open to: m/f/nb plot: her adoptive brother owns a flower shop and perdita sometimes steals flowers to make flower crowns when she's the only one working. (shhhhh... don't tell ambrose!)

she hummed softly as she continued on her merry way. snipping and plucking flowers from various bushels and pots. gathering them into her apron for what she imagined would be a very pretty flower crown or two. did ambrose know? of course he didn't, and he wasn't supposed to on the grounds that while she would probably only receive a light lecture and maybe a ruffle to her hair, ambrose would make sure to have her supervised in the future to ensure her shenanigans didn't happen again. the thought of it alone brought a small grimace to the art student's face and she grumbled to herself as she continued throughout the flower shop, "stupid ambrose," she muttered with an eye roll as she gathered a small handful of sea lavender into her palm.

"he can be such a buzzkill sometimes." she added on, not long after slipping the flowers into her apron and lightly debating where she would pluck from next. "what else am i supposed to do when there's no one to tend to?" she huffed indignantly, unaware that in all her flower picking, someone had entered the shop. it wasn't until she'd turned around on her heel, after deciding she had enough for the crowns she wanted, that she came face to face with the newcomer. eyes widening like a deer in headlights, perdita froze as if she'd been caught red-handed. "oh... hello there..." she greeted them stiffly. "were you here to see... and ummm listen to all of that?"

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muse: yoo hansol verse: human, tattoo artist open to: m/f/nb plot: hansol and your muse are drinking, and venting about their failed relationships/and or unrequited feelings.

"i'm in love with my best friend," he drops the bomb pretty abruptly in the middle of the conversation, dark eyes focused on nothing, half empty beer bottle hanging from the tips of his fingers. as soon as he says the words aloud, his chest feels the tiniest bit lighter than it had before, but it doesn't reduce the regret or the heartache he feels deep inside. he goes quiet not long after that, takes another swig of his drink and slouches back against the sofa, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. "and he doesn't know about it of course and he never will because i don't ever plan on telling him," he continues, a small grimace gracing his features.

expressing emotions other than anger, disgust, or boredom weren't really the tattoo artist's thing. but hansol knew well enough that if he didn't let it out, it wouldn't be long before he exploded someway or somehow. he sighs deeply, shaking his head before knocking back the rest of his drink. once he's finished, he sets the empty bottle down on the coffee table before them. "your turn," he says softly, shrugging his hand into the pocket of his jacket for his lighter and a cigarette. "i can't be the only one here airing out my dirty laundry tonight," he remarks playfully despite the melancholy in his eyes.

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Notting hill

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thank god for christian yu 😩

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theblaackswann:

There was no fear about Bellora’s features, the alkaline irises seemed to deepen even deeper as she pondered how to proceed with the situation. The man’s drunkenness was notorious and, with a lot of luck, if she landed a punch to the man’s nose, she might bewilder him enough to run away. The words spilling from male lips were lascivious and disgusting, made her shrug, even though her chin was held high in fastidious action. When the man had pulled her by the wrist, she gasped, though the touch had vanished the moment the other had intervened, putting himself between them and, heavens, however unseen, Bellora expelled a breath of air in pure relief. “ He is clearly drunk! “ She pointed out in a whisper, hearing him tell the other to back off, that this was his and the femme’s personal business. “ Please don’t leave me here alone… “ She begged, keeping her voice low enough that only the newcomer could hear. “ Or I swear to god I’ll be arrested for ass*ulting him. “

the easygoing smile on his face remained as he watched the scene unfold before him. the drunken man spewing hate at the woman behind him, most of it slurred, incoherent considering his current state. “easy there now…” he said slowly, still hoping that there was a sliver of a chance that he’d be able to defuse the situation. that however just wasn’t the case, he realized as he heard the whispers behind him. the drummer nodded his head at her words, humming in agreement. “well, i mean, that’s only if we get caught…” he said under his breath, smile never faltering as he eyed the drunken man for a second longer. for all intents and purposes, he knew what he was doing was stupid. the chances of him getting arrested again were pretty high. but he could always call sangmin to bail him out if it came to that. his friend still owed him for that one bar fight where his ass almost got beat because the lead singer decided to flirt with the wrong girl. after a few more swears on the drunken man’s part, jihwan just shrugged his shoulders before pulling his arm back to throw a punch. in the next second, his fist connected with the stranger’s face hard enough to send him to the ground. “umm... we should start running now,” he said glancing behind him.

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                                     — && I stop && I  w o n d e r;                                                                   is the evil  in  m e ?            

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“Good morning everyone! God has let me live another day, and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem.”

— stuff I hear on TikTok

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frostkisseds:

“Oh, huh,” she said, wiping off the bottom of the beer glass before placing it on a napkin in front of him. “This the same kid from last time? The tone-deaf one? With the helicopter parents?” She raised a perfectly manicured brow in Jihwan’s direction. “I have to give you credit, though, you’re a lot nicer than I would’ve been with a waste of time like that. Hope the pay is sufficient because that’s ridiculous.” Taking a quick second to scan the bar, making sure all the customers were taken care of and occasionally, giving a small smile if she caught their eye, Devon let out a small snort. “Let’s hope so because I heard their coaches are dangerously close to losing their jobs if this season isn’t different.”

he gladly reached for the beer and took a long sip once it had been placed in front of him. he'd earned it after a long day. "nahh, different kid," he started off. "great kid even, but their parents..." he trailed off making a face. "they acted like i didn't know what i was doing because i actually prefer when my students have fun during their lessons," he finished off with a roll of his eyes and one more swig of his beer. "oh, they still paid me the money they owed for the lesson going over its designated slot," he chuckled, eyes still trained on the television as he spoke. "i charged them double because it bled into another student's slot," he finished off with a grimace as he saw the direction the game was taking on the television. "if they lose one more game, honestly, they should be fired."

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