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“I know right! Imagine if this was themed. All of us in poodle skirts and leather jackets.” She said with a chuckle. “What kinda stuff’d you put in your basket?” She asked peering down at Lotties. It was one of the fun parts about this event, seeing what creative ideas everyone else had put together. “Me too. At first I was excited about the not knowing part but now I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing. But everyone around here seems nice enough so I’m sure we’ll be okay...I hope.”
“Now this whole idea, is adorable. It really reminds me of something from the fifties.” Lottie smiled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, deep brown hues sparkling happily as she watched the groups of girls surrounding the area, each one of them giggling happily showing each other what they had in their baskets. The young woman held her own basket firmly on her arm. “God, I’m so nervous. I hope I don’t end up with a total creep.” The vampire turned to face the other, brows drawing together for a moment as her nose wrinkled ever so slightly.
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“Sorry!” Amara whispered back keeping her eyes on the screen. “Really?” Amara looked over at Cassie, studying her features. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head to the side. ‘Hmm.” She thought. “Which shade of pink are we talking? Lighter than Frenchies or darker?”
“Shh, be quiet I love this part!” Cassie hushed the other, eyes focused intently on the huge screen. “I relate to Frenchy so much. I feel like I should dye my hair pink. Would I suit pink hair?” The young witch cast a glance toward the other, brow raising for a moment before her gaze then slipped back to the screen, singing the lyrics to Beauty School Dropout beneath her breath as a happy smile lit up her features.
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With on hand holding the basket up and the other ruffling around in it, Amara did her best to make it look even more presentable. Waiting to know who’d won her basket was killing her and she was hoping that it was going to be certain someone. On her way to the event she passed a few people who were wearing more formal clothing and felt a bit under dressed, but the concern quickly went away. She’d dressed up for the Founders Ball, minus the shoes, but that was enough dressing up that she wanted to do for a while. Amara did enjoy it but she wanted to wear something that made her feel comfortable. So of course she was in her sneakers, cuffed jeans, and a floral print self tie blouse to top it off. It was more of a dressy casual look but unlike the formal ball she kept her makeup more natural. Hey Mars. She did her best to keep the smile fighting its way onto her lips at bay when she recognized his voice. Amara turned around to greet him. "Evan.” She looked down at the basket and handed it to him with a shy grin. “You bidded on my basket?” Whoever won the basket got to take the maker on a date, everyone knew that. Just the thought of him possibly wanting to go on a date with her brought a light blush to her cheeks. "I hope you like the cake mix. I made it myself." Sometimes she made her own batch and other times she bought cake mix from the store. Either way she slipped some in there in a mason jar just in case the winner liked to bake as much as she did. Inside the basket was also a scented candle, an old camera along with some film and a few homemade cake pops.
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Frankly, Evan was terrified. This was the first time that he and Amara would have really done anything romantic. Of course, he’d thought about it, he had been wanting to ask her out for weeks now and yet, Evan being Evan, he’d never had the guts. Thankfully, with a helpful nudge from Adryan, he’d managed to gain the winning bid on her basket. Although his anxiety was sky high in that moment, excitement was bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t wait to see her, to see her face when she realised that she was to spend the rest of the night with him. God, he hoped she hadn’t been wanting someone else to buy it. Evan wasn’t sure whether he’d dressed up enough, around the field he saw the girls in dresses, and the guys in suits. And there he was in a casual set of jeans and a button up short sleeved shirt. He felt entirely out of place in the setting once again. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he moved through the field, searching for the familiar mass of ebony curls. Once he spotted her, he felt a small slither of anxiety slip away, a smile then crossing his face. God, she looked perfect. Approaching her, he then captured his bottom lip between his teeth. “Hey Mars,” he murmured, scratching the back of his head before then pointing to her basket. “I believe that belongs to me.” Evan spoke, a slight ghost of a smile toying at the corners of his lips.
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My life was a mess, but I could clean my room.
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018); dir. Susan Johnson
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The voice wasn’t one that Lexi recalled, turning to the at the girl with a cautious frown, glassy eyed as she looked over the woman. Her…uncle? Obviously it couldn’t be the truth - though she was aware his family had continued after his turning. It was possible she was…well, a distant cousin of sorts.
“He did?” she asked softly, a sad smile turning her lips. Of course he would. They wasn’t a day that went by that the two didn’t talk about the other to someone. “I’m….I’m guessing you heard the news then.” she added, pain heavy in her voice as she looked at the woman.
She nodded in response trying to put something akin to a smile on her face, but she couldn’t. Amara was still trying to process the fact that he was really gone. She felt as though she’d known him forever but she was soon starting to realize that there was a reason for that. “I did.” She croaked. “You lost him too though..I’m sorry.” Her first instinct would be to hug the blonde but this was her first time meeting Lexi so she decided to stay where she was. “Do you really think it was an animal attack?” She asked after a while. There was something fishy about this whole situation and part of her wondered if Lexi knew about it.
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Sketchbook in hand, Amara took the pencil from behind her ear and started drawing the outline of the tree a few meters away. Her attention was briefly caught by two people who seemed to be having an altercation. She focused her attention on the paper in front of her but still made sure to partly listen to their conversation. Things were getting a bit too interesting to ignore. Amara stopped drawing and looked over at the other when she heard the sound of her voice. She noticed the drink in her hand and began to wonder if the girl meant her boba or the fight in front of them. “What flavor did you get?”
Now that Evie had managed to persuade the price of Hell in letting her do one of his many bidding, she’s enjoying the taste of freedom like never before. For once, the demon is able to roam the earth without a limit of time. Doing whatever she pleases as long as it won’t draw the attention of Lucifer, there shouldn’t be any problem. Evie was told this relic she needs to retrieve is in Mystic Falls, hence the reason why she’s currently in town.
Sitting on a nearby bench with a pair of sunglasses over her eyes and a boba tea in the other whilst watching an argument unfolds nearby, it’s been roughly a few weeks ever since Envy had been last summoned but still – as if every time she returns, everything feels and taste different. “This stuff is good.” Evie said to herself, chuckling lightly before setting her eyes on the argument again. Apparently it all started with jealousy between two friends.
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Evan wished that he had raided his mom’s bakery before Amara had arrived, he would have had so many different colours, flavours and icing, there would have been so many things they could have done. But, it’s too late for that now. As they entered the kitchen and Amara began to unload her bag, a wide smile then crossed the male’s lips. “You’re so prepared.” Evan mused, laughing lightly to himself. As she pulled out the polaroid, he then reached out for it, taking it from her grasp. He then snapped a picture of her, smiling as it was immediately printed out. Passing the camera back over to her, he took the polaroid, shaking it through the air to let it develop, placing it on the counter. “I’ma keep this.” The young wolf murmured softly before then grabbing a bag of flour. “Okay so the recipe says that we need 2 cups of flour.. That sounds like a lot.. This is cake is going to be HUGE.” Evan chuckled lightly, excitement lacing his tone.
Amara shrugged. "I wanted to make sure we had everything. Especially the sprinkles." Thinking about it now, maybe she didn't need to come with as much supplies as she did since they were now at his house. But either way, better to be over prepared than under prepared. "Hey!" She exclaimed when he took her camera and jokingly tried to take it back. Seeing what he was about to do she tried to turn away and cover her face before he snapped the picture but it was too late. "Oh I'll be getting you back for that one. But I'll just do it when you least expect it." She took the camera and placed it on the counter. "I can't wait!" Amara took hold of the measuring cup and slid it towards him, making sure to hold the handle so it wouldn't tip over. "You wanna pour it? I don't trust myself." She couldn't count the amount of times she'd added too much flour, sugar or salt into a recipe by accident.
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Amara could sense the girl was supernatural but she wasn’t sure she herself was aware, but she was very pure. ‘’This town has always been known for its secrets, it’s notorious for its old tales true or not.’’ she smiled. ‘’And it seems you’re diving into one of the tales yourself.’’ she gestured to the area where she’d dropped the wolfsbane. ‘’The pleasure is all mine.’’
Amara hummed giving thought to what Lailah was saying. When she first moved to Mystic Falls, her intuition was telling her that there was more to this town than what it lead on, but she’d pushed the thought out of her mind. Now, it seemed the more she went looking, the more she found. “Yeah.” She looked down at the flower she dropped for a few moments. “Everything around here’s just so interesting. That’s why I’ve been out exploring more often than usual.”
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our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else . (Evan hehhehe)
"Oh um-" A light blush crept up her cheeks as soon as the stuttering began. "We're actually just friends." She rubbed her neck and looked down at her shoes trying to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. They had just come out of the movies when a stranger had come up to them and mentioned that they made a cute couple and Amara just about wanted to disappear into the floor. She wasn’t sure how he felt about her but Amara would be lying if she’d claimed that the feelings she had for him weren’t there. She glanced up at Evan to see his reaction but quickly gave him a short lasting smile and looked down.
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Lydia helped the girl up off her porch and guided her inside, and towards the couch. ‘’You don’t need to apologise I keep popping up in random places to but the person usually on the other end isn’t alive.’’ she sighed. ‘’Well now you do!’’ she smiled. ‘’Hot cocoa? with marshmallows?’’ she questioned, tilting her head slightly. It seemed the girls had something in common weather they knew that or not.
Amara smiled at Lydia's comment and sat down. Sinking into the soft cushion felt comforting. It was ten times better than the cold floor outside. It took about 2 seconds for what the strawberry blonde had said to actually hit her. For some reason Amara had almost thought she was joking. "Wait, what? That happens to you too?" Had Amara finally found someone else that was like her? Someone with more experience than her she’d hoped. Maybe there was a reason she felt drawn to Lydia’s house. "Uh- That’d be great, thanks.”
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Niamh hadn’t told Amara about the recent change she’d been going through. How do you tell anyone that you’re a vampire really? Though she had bigger things on her mind right now, she’d been bitten by a wolf. Of course she was okay now but that wasn’t the point she didn’t know how the hell she had such wonderful people around her to find a way to cure it. As her phone rang she reached over to Stiles bedside table and lifted it to her ear trying not to sound too weak as the ‘hybrid’ blood she took to cure her was still working it’s magic. ‘’Amara? are you okay?’’ her voice was soft as she spoke worry now filling her as it was quite late when the girl called.
She let out a breath of relief hearing Niamhs voice. "I'm fine, I was calling to see if you were okay." This conversation made her think about her uncle...Or should she say great uncle. It was all still very hazy and she hadn’t completely mentally worked all the details of that situation out yet. "I haven't talked to you in a while and when you didn't answer my texts I thought something happened." Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. She quickly pulled the phone away from her face and cleared her throat to try to drop the fragility her voice carried. “But I’m glad you’re alright. Where are you?”
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bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
Amara's eyes went wide when she opened her front door to see a bloodied Stiles standing on her porch. "Oh my god." She didn't hesitate to take his hand and pull him inside locking the door behind him. "Are you okay?" That was a dumb question. Obviously not. She quickly checked his arms and hands for any deep cuts or slashes. "Here, sit down." She took him over to her couch and comfortingly ran a hand up and down his shoulder. “You’ll be okay, I promise. Do you want tea? I'll make you some tea. ” She said before running off to the kitchen. Once the kettle was warming up she walked back into her living room and plopped down beside him. "Stiles, what happened?"
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👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare (Niamh)
"Ni." She said shaking Niamh slightly. “Are you awake?” She was now. “Are you sure we’re safe here? Did you lock the door?” her voice was at a hushed tone, much quieter now. “I know this is really stupid but I had a nightmare. I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” Upon discovering that there was a chance she wasn’t 100% human, her nightmares weren’t just nightmares. She felt them, and as the day carried on she saw most of what she’d dreamed about whenever she closed her eyes. Sometimes when she had them open. She missed the good old days when the scariest thing she dreamed about was failing a test or that weird dream where you walk down the stairs, miss a step and jolt awake. “I know its late but I think I’m gonna make some cookies.” “You go back to sleep though. I think I’ll be okay, sorry for waking you.” She smiled weakly. Baking always calmed her down, as did Niamh. Just knowing she was there brought her some kind of comfort. Part of her was hoping that the other girl would offer to come with her.
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❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .
designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!
♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .
📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .
🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
🎐 : our muses slow dance together .
🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .
👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .
👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .
🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )
🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .
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Acts of Affection
Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours! For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!
Family/Platonic:
✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.
✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.
☼ Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.
☀ Singing them to sleep.
☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.
☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.
✥ Play fighting!
❃ Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)
Shipping/Romance:
♥ Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.
♡ Kissing the corner of their eyes.
❥ Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.
❤ Whispering sweet nothings in their ear.
❦ Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.
❣ Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.
ღ Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.
ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.
£ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.
Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.
Sexual/NSFW:
✖ Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.
✗ Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.
♦ Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.
✚ Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.
✦ Giving a sensual massage.
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.
▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.
► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.
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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did
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some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
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