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i’m hoping to kickstart some muse by coming up with new plots, so if anybody would be up for plotting with me/coming up with something for our characters to do, like this and i’ll message you :)

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finley;

“Are you sure it’s 3AM, I heard from my witchy friends it was actually at 4?” Finley asked, going along with what she was hoping was some kind of dark joke. “Good for you - I sometimes do the whole vegetarian thing too, but I’ve kind of just decided to just not eat things with faces, so chicken nuggets are totally fine. I’ll do my best not to tempt you, but I feel like I’m a very persuasive person.” 

“Some believe it’s at twelve, some believe it’s at four, but three is the most commonly believed time. It’s supposed to be a mocking of the Holy Trinity.” He tapped ash off the end of his cigarette. “So, basically, ignorance is bliss for you?” A corner of Ronan’s mouth lifted in amusement. “Are you? What have you managed to persuade people into doing?”  

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emma;

“I’m so tired of men,” Emma complained, freshly done nails tracing the crystal engravings on her glass. “Not one has looked me in the eyes during the entirety of a conversation tonight.”

“To be fair, extended eye contact with someone you don’t know well is incredibly awkward.” Ronan reached up to fiddle with his mask, wishing he could rip the damn thing off. “But, yeah, men are pigs.”

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i’m hoping to kickstart some muse by coming up with new plots, so if anybody would be up for plotting with me/coming up with something for our characters to do, like this and i’ll message you :)

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@ShadowhuntersTV: Ramblings #DomTakeover - @DomSherwood1

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tessa;

The only tangible feeling routing her into the present moment and not lost in the heated swell of Ronan’s hands, lips, words, or breath, was the overwhelmed dizziness that seemed to cling to her being. It felt like she was pirouetting on the hilt of a dagger and second by second it grew harder to balance, the desire to give in, to allow herself to drop her resolve, to relinquish the control she held over herself that was shrinking with every passing moment, though her hands continued to clutch at the counter in a desperate attempt to remain upright. “Ronan!” The sharp gasp of her voice was hoarse as he twisted her hips, the honey brown of his eyes lost from her own as his hips pressed into her back, her hands reaching behind her to tangle themselves in his hair. The words that left his lips in jarring forwardness only did more to heighten the already pounding beat of her heart, her thighs clenching and a soft moan pushing from her lips as hands tugged the tufts of his hair caught between her fingers. “This isn’t fair,” Tess suddenly remarked, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his fingers against her back, zipper slipping down her dress. “You love this. You love frustrating me so much, and I can’t even get you the least bit–” her words were cut off when a shudder racked through her body, her hand finding his, squeezing it as a sudden tenderness seemed to overcome him at the words that had left her lips. 

There was an impeccable truth to it. In the months she had know Ronan, she had began to see him as a rock, as a constant, as unwavering as the tides, or the waning of he moon. Reliable in his wit, in his teasing smile, in the bruises that littered his skin and the nervousness he’d unwittingly provoke in her. And now this, the heat of his fingers, the taste of his lips, the roll of is hips against her own beneath a Mexico skyline and his hands snaking down her back. Was it simply that easy? To let things take their own course, and to allow the tide to simply carry her out in a sea of thoughts filled with what if’s, a lingering ellipsis at the heart of every heated moment. Her breath hitched audibly as his lips and teeth found the base of her throat, her hips rolling back against his with a breathless laugh as she shrugged the embroidered dress from her shoulders, the material pooling around her ankles. “I don’t believe you,” Tessa responded, her voice already thick with lust and shaky as she breathed in the scent of him, his breath on her neck stirring her more than she’d like to admit. If only she was facing him, she could find his lips with her own and feel the memorising press of his kiss. A hand clutched his wrist, tugging it to the skin of her thigh, the catch of her chest and swell of her head eager for him to fulfil his proposition. Teeth bit into her lip to suppress a laugh, a state of half-delirium encapsulating her in his intoxicating presence. “Hmm… Prove it.”

Ronan bit down on his bottom lip and slowly slid his hand higher and higher up Tessa’s thigh as he listened to her goad him into proving his teeth marks belonged on her smooth, unblemished skin. “Whatever you want,”  He whispered after releasing his lip from between his teeth. With more willpower than he even knew he possessed, Ronan removed his fingers from where they’d been toying with the meeting point of Tessa’s skin and the edge of her panties, and took a step back. The painful loss of contact between their bodies was immediately quelled by the sight of the petite girl partially bent over in nothing but a tiny scrap of material that he could easily tear from her body. He wouldn’t, though, because he wanted her to be able to wear the panties again. He wanted her to be able to wear them a hundred more times, and every time she did, he hoped she’d think of this night. That she’d think of him. “Would you be mad if I took a picture right now?” He asked on a breathless chuckle as his eyes continued to roam over the wondrous curve of her spine, the tempting flare of her hips, the mouth drying swells of her ass cheeks. He was about to drop to his knees and worship her right up against the kitchen counter from behind when the desire to see her mostly naked front won out; Leading him to yank her over to the kitchen table and lay her out on top of it. 

“God.” Was the first word to come to mind and spill past his lips as he stepped between her legs that were dangling off the side of the table. The table he’d spent a countless number of nights sitting at while being patched up by the girl that was currently skyrocketing his heart rate into dangerous territory. He might be worried that his heart was actually going to crack his rib cage, if his brain wasn’t so focused on memorizing every inch of exposed flesh in front of him and the throbbing ache in his groin. Ronan gripped Tessa’s hips with a force strong enough to leave red finger prints and lifted them to grind against his hard cock. Once again he was struck by how little control he had over himself when it came to the dark haired pixie. He started the night off with the intention of behaving in an effort not to screw up whatever was happening between them, but now there he was thinking about how easy it would be to push her panties to the side, unzip his slacks, and bury himself inside of her. What constitutes good behavior might be subjective, but he figured that wouldn’t qualify in anybody’s book. “You look so perfect and innocent even spread out on a kitchen table in next to nothing,” He rasped out, bending at the waist to brush his lips against her in the softest of kisses. “It makes me want to fuck you really hard.” Ronan drove home the point by roughly grinding against her pussy for the second time. The pleasure that spiked through his body caused a heated groan to fall from his throat and he decided it was time to put some distance between their lower halves. 

Ronan slid his hands from her hips to her knees to push them farther apart and then moved to kneel in front of her. “Which bruises will be your favorite?” He breathed against her clit through the thin fabric, his tongue dipping out to give it a little lick. “The ones on your neck that everyone can see, or the ones on your more obscure parts that only you and I will know about?” After giving a quick nip to her stomach in homage to their night in Mexico, he brought his mouth down to its original target: the soft, supple skin of her inner thighs. 

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masquerade ball

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mccallsscott:

“If I wasn’t acting, I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day. I would make a living doing that; it’s, like, an idealistic scenario for me. It’s very contrary to my upbringing, but maybe that’s the appeal to it.”

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phoebejays:

#grounded

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( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

[ text: Maddie ]: happens to me all the time 

[ text: Maddie ]: just ask siri what your current location is and call uber 

[ text: Maddie ]: it’s so simple i can’t believe you didn’t think of it yourself 

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( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

[ text: Ari 🍒 ]: thanks for the existential crisis 

[ text: Ari 🍒 ]: i knew my tuesday was missing something 

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( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

[ text: Harleen ♥️ ♦️ ]: i’m sorry, who is this? 

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( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

[ text: Allison ]: it’s cool. at least i can still hear out of one ear 

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memesandthings:

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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Jake: you raise me up so i can stand on mountains

Jake: something about yours makes it look like you are in some sort of italian mafia. oh, maybe i could arrest you and turn this into some sort of kinky roleplay.

Jake: then maybe i'll work my way up your list of men you find attractive

Ronan: oh, good, that's the look i was going for

Ronan: i love a good role play, but i'm going to have to pass. sorry.

Ronan: and how do you plan to accomplish that exactly? plastic surgery or take out the competition?