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Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

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She liked it when he talked about his family. Hers was so small, she always wondered what it must be like to have a lot of siblings.

After the glass-clink, she too a drink of her wine, then watched him intently as he took his first bite. Oh! The sound he made wasn't fair! The thoughts it put into her head made her cheeks warm, and she quickly turned her attention to her own pizza, hoping he'd think she was blushing because of his praise, if he noticed at all.

"Barbecue chicken," she told him. "Barbecue sauce with chicken and onions. It's pretty good! Let me know if you want a bit." It was no trouble to cut him a skinny slice off of her pizza, and it didn't bother her that she had no interest in eating some of his.

Rai laughed. "I don't know anything about wine except red, white, and rose. Izabel gives me shit for it all the time."

He clinked hiss glass against hers. "Saúde." Her next comment had his smile softening, a little warmth reaching his cheeks. "Yeah. Me too, linda."

The pizza looked - and smelled - amazing, and he told her as much. It was pretty cool that she'd remembered what he said he liked, down to the toppings, and the first bite had him groaning lightly around his mouthful.

"Damn, girl, that's good." The pepper was delicious, just enough spice and flavour. "What've you got?"

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This is an oc x canon safe zone.

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seeing yourself outgrow the old u is a blessing

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"I hope you're not too picky about type, because I don't tend to stock much at the same time. When it's just me, I don't usually go through wine very fast."

She got her bottle of red out and set it on the table, letting him serve himself, then went back to the oven, where she donned mitts, and pulled out the two smallish pizzas. Whisking them over to the table, she set them in front of their respective person.

"One spicy pepper pizza, as you said you like. I hope I made it okay, since, you know, I can't taste it for myself." Well, she could, but she'd be miserable doing it.

When he was done pouring for himself, she poured herself a glass of wine as well, hoping to take the edge off her nerves. Tonight needed to go perfectly. No, not even perfectly. It just needed to go well enough.

She held her glass out to him, not offering a toast exactly, but offering to chime them together. As soon as she'd learned about that tradition, she'd fallen in love with it. Why not make music with the glasses?

Raimundo Pedrosa was here! After months of close friendship, after growing feelings and countless fantasies, he was finally in her house! This was actually the first time they'd been alone together in either of their homes, and the thought sent a thrill through her.

With a warm, adoring smile, she spoke her mind. "I'm really glad you're here." And it was true. Despite the nerves that kept making her heart race, she was so happy he'd agreed to date her, happy he'd agreed to this specific activity.

She'd mentioned pizza, and judging by the smell, it was gonna be awesome. He already knew she could bake - she'd brought a few homemade treats to the centre now and then - but now he was willing to bet she was an amazing cook, too.

He sat when she asked him to, letting out a long, relaxing breath. "Mmm... I'll take a glass of wine, please." He always liked to have a drink or two to loosen him up before he went to the club.

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I feel really sorry for anyone who doesn't have a good ac unit or central air system this week. Literally now until Wednesday is a heat advisory but it got upgraded on Monday to an extreme heat warning. The one time our ac broke a few years ago during a heat wave was nightmarish; felt nauseated unless I ate popsicles only.

[[A summer or two ago, we had a heat wave and also a blackout warning, so people who would not be in immediate physical danger from not using their AC was strongly requested not to use it, to prevent said blackouts. It was 90 degrees inside my apartment, and just... ugh, it was so bad.

Another thing AC does that a lot of people don't realize is remove the humidity from the air. So running the AC when it's really humid out also makes it way more tolerable, because it's less humid indoors.

But I can't sleep well if it's above a certain temperature, so summer is super bad for me most of the time.]]

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"Yep! I have something of a green thumb. Really got into house plants when I was young and never got out of it. Whenever I leave a city, I give all my house plants away and start fresh in the new location."

It was nice to know she'd be hanging onto these ones for a while longer. She hoped. Tonight was going to make a huge difference, one way or the other.

"Thanks! I just can't live in a place that doesn't feel at all like me, you know? But! I bet you're hungry. Ready for the last room and the main event?" She hadn't asked him about his food preferences yesterday with the intent to cook for him the very night, but as soon as she'd had the idea for dinner, she was glad she'd asked.

She led him into the kitchen, now, another room with plants on the windowsill and paintings of fruits and vegetables and bread on the walls. The table was small, already set, but with no dinner on it yet; that was keeping warm in the oven.

"Have a seat. What would you like to drink? Wine, water, juice, milk, soda...?"

"I can see that."

It was cool that she just painted wherever. He figured it must be so freeing - it was definitely the type of thing he'd do if he had a single artistic bone in his body. Her house was so pretty and personalised, and though he loved his villa, it did make his place feel kinda impersonal in comparison. She clearly had a designer flair.

"You keep all those plants alive?" he asked, impressed. He had a big garden and a few house plants, sure, but the gardener and housekeeper kept those all alive for him. He had the best intentions with plants but somehow they always ended up dead under his care anyway. It was best left to the professionals.

She led him through the house and he nodded along, taking everything in, appreciating how neat and tidy everything was without being at all minimalistic. And then she led him into his bedroom, and he suddenly felt like a teenager again. It was just her room! Nothing was gonna happen right then! Still, the association of being in a bedroom with the woman he was dating and had been wanting for a damn long time still made his neck flush a little. He didn't quite meet her eyes, not wanting to test his resolve so early in the evening.

Again, he focused on his surroundings. "Cosy!" he complimented, trailing his fingers along a shelf. "I like those lights." It felt like a kind of sanctuary in here, and it suited her perfectly, just like the rest of the house.

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She watched him look around, ready to field any questions or give more information about anything he might be curious about. But what he asked made her bark a laugh. "I don't like hanging things on the walls," she explained, a little self consciously. "I prefer to paint... stuff." The murals that covered the interior walls of her home were nothing like the photo-realistic one she'd done at the Center. The ones here were far more impressionistic, and kind of like a journal. Vines and flowers and branches were by the window, showing where the plants grew. The TV was framed with the image of velvet curtains pulled aside, as though it were a movie theater. Swirls of colors and the local animals filled in other less specific places.

Besides, all her pictures of him were on her phone and in her sketch book.

She led him down the small intersection of rooms and pointed out where the bathroom was, should he need it, then led him into the bedroom.

It was cozy in here, and just as colorful as the living room. More journalistic paintings adorned the walls, with a self portrait of her sleeping in a canopy bed that was carried to the stars by birds, and images of clothing covering the sliding doors of the closet. The ceiling was adorned with real constellations, as well as nebulae and the moon. More potted plants grew by the window, and there was a desk with a closed laptop on it, a dresser that had an assortment of objects she'd found on walks -- rocks and feathers and dried flowers and the like -- another rug, a nightstand with a lamp and her sketch pad on it, a tablet stacked on that. A wide fall of fairy lights were hung against the wall at the head of the bed. She felt a little more shy with him in here. The thoughts she'd had about him in this room. The thoughts she was having right now as she looked at the bed, then back at him, imagining him lying there with tousled hair...

The way she looked up at him, brief as it had been, was totally intoxicating. Man, the club was going to take all of his willpower tonight, he could already tell.

Still, his attention was split for now because he was genuinely curious about her place. It was much smaller than his but bright and colourful, and so distinctly her that he smiled all over again. There were plants - he should have guessed - and a blanket he suspected she may have knitted herself. The easel was one of those big ones, like a movie prop, the kind João used.

"No portrait of your favourite estrela do futebol?" he played, raising an eyebrow at her with a grin.

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i love these mugs that we rarely ever use bc they hold a thimbleful of coffee

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Happy birthday, Rapunzel! Here's from the Madrigals ~

(Earrings with green emeralds, and a traditional Colombian bag, free to decorate with whatever is desired!)

Rapunzel gasped softly, turning the earrings over and over in her hands. "They're beautiful!" she breathed, and quickly put them on. Earrings were funny things. Gothel had worn them, and her mom did all the time. Rapunzel's ears were pierced, but she usually didn't bother with them. Sometimes, though...

Now she turned her attention to the bag. She reverently touched the pattern on it. "This is wonderful! Thank you so much, Luisa!" She threw her arms around her friend and gave her aw big hug.

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He was staring. Perfect!

But the smile fell away a bit as he moved in close. There was a moment where she could practically feel his body heat, and definitely could smell his cologne, and she gazed up at him, feeling like time had slowed.

And then, he passed her and stepped in.

"It doesn't always smell like pizza," she assured him with a grin. "Want a quick tour? It's not nearly as big as your place." She gave Abraçinhos a quick pat on the head and gestured about the living room. Her place was moderately sized, wiyh only a few rooms, and the living room had a big window with several plants on the windowsill. There was a couch with a knit blanket draped over the back. It faced the television with a coffee table set on a colorful rug in between them. An easel sat between the TV and the window, the canvas on it blank.

"This is the living room," she announced. After dinner, she intended to sit him down on the couch and have that difficult conversation with him. But that was a thought for half an hour or so from now. "Tah-dah!"

As soon as she opened the door, he was stunned into silence for a split second. She looked amazing. For one thing, she was absolutely beaming at him, and it felt like the sun was shining on his face. For another, that dress... her legs were on full display, the skirt short enough that he was catching glimpses of her thighs, and --- yeah, no, nope, nope.

He wrenched his gaze away after a second or so, focusing on meeting her eyes.

"I didn't think the gills would go down well at the club," he told her with a shrug and a lazy grin. Ahh, but she'd complimented him, and he all but preened at her praise. As she stepped back to let him in, he stepped forward, and they were momentarily very close, just a couple of inches between them. Ignoring the faint warmth in his face, he made his way inside and looked around appreciatively.

"Nice place, girl! Smells amazing in here."

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For most of the afternoon, both twins had been working tirelessly on setting up Rapunzel's birthday gift. Mellie was more crafty than her counterpart, working for hours in secret on painting the pieces that were then crafted together for the gift.

One part was primarily from Mellie herself, a little free library that was set right outside of Rapunzel's shop; in a bright magenta shade for the door with its viewing window for the books and a frame part in the middle that held a mosaic of various hues. While the roof and body was in a darker shade of green.

Finally, for Melvin's gift he got his girlfriend, a crescent shaped yard stake adorned with large stars in various shades of the rainbow and two opaque orbs at the end of its copper shaped body. Once both items were up, they came to get her and Pascal with grins on both their faces.

"Happy Birthday, Rapunzel!" Mellie exclaimed, pulling her friend in for a meaningful hug, and then released her moments later. "Happy Birthday, Sunshine!" Melvin quipped, putting a hand underneath Rapunzel's chin for a loving kiss.

Rapunzel was always thrilled when people remembered her birthday. She wasn't exactly subtle about when it was coming up, but she never expected anyone to pick up on it or celebrate it, even when she'd known them most of her life.

"Guuuuys!" she cooed, beaming so hard her cheeks hurt. "Thank you so much! This a so great, I love it!"

She hugged Mellie tightly and gave Melvin a big kiss.

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It's Rapunzel's birthday today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAPUNZEL!

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Wishing you a very happy birthday, your highness, and letting you know a little comic of your adventures with Kurt and the X-Men is in the works (in rough outline stage at the moment). I may have a Rapunzel-style superhero outfit design in mind. Can’t wait to show my art to you and Kurt later.

"Thank you so much!"

[[I'm excited for the upcoming comic! I wonder if your idea for her outfit at all resembles the one I designed. 🤔)

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Happy birthday, Sunshine Princess!

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Has Corona always been a culture of spontaneous singers or is that just the current generations?

"... Well, I like to sing, but what do you mean?"

[[Mun's note: Most of the songs in Tangled and the series are non-diegetic, which means they aren't literally happening as songs within the story. It's like how the score of a movie or series aren't heard by the characters. This is true of most musicals.]]