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NEW ACCOUNT

New and improved me (sort of) if you’d like, go find me at here

if not, that’s cool. I don’t really have anything on it yet because it just hit 12 am and I need to work in the morning. We can plot while I build, though. Oh yeah

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what if i go crazy and delete and make an entirely new blog with the 70s muses I want . Ok I will

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Wow buddy

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♡  CLOSED! Starter for @bluejeanbaby ELIJAH & AVERY.

Moments of peace ever only lasted a split second around here. Elijah couldn’t flip the page of his magazine without momentarily hearing shouting or something breaking before he was sucked back into the world of what appeared to be... he pulled the page away from his face.. altruistic vacuum cleaners. Hm. Kitty must’ve left this down here, and truth be told he could interest himself with almost anything. He couldn’t brand himself with that honor, though, no. Not when he saw the toppling body of his six-foot giant friend Kelso being flung over the couch and onto the floor like a rag doll. Even with the blow to the stomach he was laughing, and it was contagious, as he himself was snickering quietly behind the cathartic smoke he was having. No words to spare, though, not even when Donna asked him how he could go through a pack a day and complain about not understanding their herb sessions. Typical Friday afternoon. He held it up, anyone who wanted could invite themselves to a hit..

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PLEASANTVILLE.

CONTENT WARNING: HORROR THEMES AHEAD

theme ➸ investigative, horror, slasher, etc :?

revelations of discarded body parts and clothes are being discovered around town. In dumps, ponds, sewers. The stench is old, encompassing the town in a black cloud where it rains nearly every day. There are two people who consider themselves smart enough to see past the muck of the town. Both keen on knowing. They believe either one of them is responsible, both, or maybe neither. notes: leaving a lot of open room for this. either muses could be an investigator, family member/friend of one of the deceased, -- being one of these roles does not automatically mean innocent party.

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She could almost smile. As undoubtedly serene those blue eyes were, --and how badly she wanted to melt for them--, “You’re a poet, huh? I’m scared to look through your drawer and find the discarded underwear of how many girls dropped them,” she smiled. There was something holding her back. There was always something holding her back. It was never something coherent, like a voice, or a gut feeling. Something within her that had kept her confined to the same job in the same town with the same people. “You know,” she began. Her honey dyed hair obstructed her view, but not her piercing gaze. She tucked strands behind her ears as she leaned over to where he was. Her forearm rested on his shoulder, her fingers sinisterly crawling up the back of his neck while her free hand took hold of his cigarette for herself. “If something were to happen to you, they’d look towards the groupie first. Not unless I cover my tracks well.” 

“You’re cute,” Isaac commented, laughing lightly in between a drag of his cigarette. “But are you willing to travel with me? Or is this going to be some hookup shit whenever I’m home? I’d rather know how this is before I get attached.” His face scrunched up at the thought of getting attached to anyone, but it had happened in the past, so why couldn’t it again?

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MATT & EMILIE

“I wish it was just a little brat who had gotten me good.” Emilie admits with a tired sigh. She loved her job but some times it was difficult. The doctor was well aware that Matt was joking but she was simply too exhausted to joke back, it had been a difficult day for many reasons, the scratch on her cheek was just one of them. “The poor love was terrified.” Part of her felt like crying at how kind his offer was, quickly she nodded as she ran a hand through her hair. “Maybe we could order some take away as well? Have some proper tea before the popcorn.”

“You focus on takin’ care of that smell and leave the rest to me, alright? Not another peep out of ya. You can’t relax if you don’t let yourself.” Matt always felt he was well inclined in nurturing out his partners. It was the same with his prior wife, though she’d gotten tired of the charming knight act not long after they’d commemorated their marriage. He’d only hoped this time around would go different, he wasn’t the type of guy to pick up girls at bars anymore. He offered Emilie a kiss to the forehead, his large hand pushed behind her head to stroke her hair comfortingly. As he departed from her he watched her with an eased expression, one that said he’d take care of her. He stepped outside into the cold, phone in hand and cigarette in the other. A pack of blues, the tar was wrapped in tobacco, so it bit, just how he liked it. He scrolled through his endless contacts, hoping to call one of them places with the coupons, save them a couple of bucks. Nearby diner sounded nice, he could grab the food for them and be back before she left the bath, it shouldn’t be much of a hassle. 

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Princess tree and rock doves by Kinzan Haruna (1847-1913), included in Kacho Gashu published in 1905

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“Yeah, and that little brat got you good, huh?” Matt’s thick brow brushed up into his forehead, a few wrinkles forming that were hidden behind tufts of hair. A grin appeared on his cheek, and he massaged the forming gruff as he dismissed her words and came closer just to hold hers. He winced at the sight of her wound, careful with not hurting her. “You got him back, right? Someone isn’t disciplining their kid.” His words were only jokes, obvious in his smile. “How about while you wash up I go put some towels in the dryer, huh? Maybe pop some popcorn in the microwave.. I ain’t much for cooking tonight.” 

{open to m/f/nb} ~ {close friend/romantic partner/roommate}

“Trust me. You want me to shower before you even get close to me.” Emilie said with a sigh as she stepped into the apartment. “Lots of blood today. A very, very bad injury for such a small kid. I probably stink.”

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FRANCINE & RICHIE. 

“Did you talk to your lawyers?” – “Yeah, yeah, they said everything’s alright. I pushed the subpoena date until February, just until, ” – “Right,” – “Everything’s okay.. at home. Francine are you alright?” – “I gotta go, Matt. I’m picking up my bag.” – “Oh, okay. Give me a call, alright? Just to know you’re okay?...Francine?” Truth be told she’d watched her bag circle around the baggage claim three times. It wasn’t easy to miss; purple with a rose gold chain attached to the top zipper. She only needed the one bag. When she’d attempted to grab the handle, it’d unhinged, extracting out and causing the luggage to tip over the side. “Oh, shit,” as it snapped her ankle. If she were less versed in heels there’d been the possibility she’d slip. Just what she needed, she thought. The ride home came and went in flashes. Francine spent a lot of time pressing into the backseat of the cab, almost like she’d been wanting to hide away from the world. She hadn’t noticed it until then, but she’d been holding her breath ever since the airport. The one person she could confide in with how she felt was spending the weekend away with his new girlfriend because he couldn’t stand the tension in their home. Tension that he’d created. Thinking of the devil had manifested his name on her phone screen, worried that she hadn’t been the same. “Txt me when you get home” and “Send my condolences to your family.” Her family didn’t want to hear from him, and sometimes barely from her if she were honest. That was what got her into most messes nowadays, honesty, like when she’d told the cab driver to close the window that separated their two worlds because his cologne was too much to take in. She’d hoped the first time she’d come home in awhile was to have a harmonious talk with her mother about their instigations throughout the years, but she’d settle for her dad. Maybe they could make it feel like Christmas after the seltzer lemonade with a pinch of vodka like he always liked. The cab was an addition to the many parked cars outside her childhood home, family that must’ve come in. Was she the last one here?

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Black Sheep Plot.

I don’t quite have all the specifics yet- there’s still a lot of blurriness and lines I’ve got to fill- but I wanted a plot based on the song “Black Sheep” by Metric. This is NOT a development of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. I’m focusing on the lyrics. 

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past againSend you my love on a wire Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh From you

A story about a pair of people who were better off never meeting each other. But they had/did anyway. Messy, horrific. Them being together is catastrophic, hurtful and demeaning, but the universe keeps putting them in each others paths. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a romantic plot, in fact platonic would be better. I’ll add to this as I think of more.

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Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I’m gonna kill every last one of you. ↳ American Horror Story (2018) - Sojourn

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awfultings​:

“i   keep   trying   to   make   you   love   me..   —   but   everything   i   try   just   takes   you   f   u   t   h   e   r   from   me.”

“I told you.” There was a hazy breath that escaped his lips. It was one of disappointment, more so in him. “It’s not you, it’s me.” So much belief in determinism, yet he couldn’t get past the brick wall that separated him from her. Each word he dropped was poison, and he could see that. He’d only wished he’d spared her. 

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with all the posts that are floating around just a general psa for my partners

i will always do a platonic pair — even family 

i will ALWAYS take your females

i want your muses of color 

i will do aus that are canon (and not) 

aus that don’t involve romance 

i am okay with you losing muse for a thread

i want multiple threads even with the same muse 

tag me in posts 

i am OPEN and honest so just slide in my messages even if you’re just having a bad day

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ELIJAH & KAI

                        “ How many times must I repeat myself? ”  he said, looking clearly annoyed.  “Idols can’t give free interviews. They can’t do squat or they risk losing the entirety of the machine that’s backing them. Losing my standing here in America would be no big deal, but China? Japan? Korea? They make me the most money so gomen'nasai. You’ll have to get the scoop on some other aidoru. ”  Not that he’d get much from another either. In America, everyone loved being in front of a camera. Free press was good business regardless, but not overseas. He had learned through his agency that only the best interviews are booked with the most credible reporters. Furthermore, reporters were often paid to ask the right questions. Being spotted out in public with a cheap headline wouldn’t get him in trouble, but giving people full blown interviews could cost him his female fan base. Not cool. Not when he had no idea what he’d do if he got dropped.

                        “Are you looking for extra cash? Is that why you decided to stake out a shitty diner for a scoop?” 

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Elijah had only been recently put on this ticket a few weeks prior. His talents were best executed behind a screen; where he wrote blogs and articles for music theology or radio colonoscopy. His incentive was bringing old media to the new age, but the firm that he was signed to had lost some of its most stubborn journalists, so they moved him and a few others up to the front line. It was a huge mistake, he thought. Elijah had no idea how to do this-- how to refuse turning around when he received a no. “Y-You don’t have to answer any personal questions.. Over the years I have found that the procedures and tools used by most professionals in the music production process are very similar in concept and design. I was curious as to if you..No, No, I-”  He sighed. Maybe this was just a cheap scoop. It was for a company that not even five years ago had finally made the switch to turn digitally. He’d read up on this guy, as soon as he got a name, mostly about his exotic life. Even with the questions he’d been given to ask Elijah wrote his own. Maybe he could sneak in something lucid along with the two-dimensional cover stories. “I’ll even send it to you when I’m done. I won’t post it up if you don’t want me to.”

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sugarberrys‌:

SHE   DOESN’T   EXPECT   that   from   him,   but   it   looks   like   he’s   hit   the   jackpot.   it’s   one   of   her   greatest   flaws   :   she’s   gentle   with   others,   but   too   harsh   when   it   comes   to   treating   herself.   everything   has   to   be   absolutely   perfect,   or   else   sophie   is   a   complete   failure.   ❛   i’m   pretty   sure   i’ll   get   everything   wrong   again,   but   okay,   ❜   she   sighs   out,   bending   to   check   the   oven   before   adjusting   the   heat.   ❛   okay,   that’s   done.   what’s   next   ?   how   long   do   we   have   to   wait   ?   ❜

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“Well it usually takes this oven five minutes to heat to that temperature. Why don’t you start cutting the Swiss cheese and getting the corn pellets while I help you by carving out the peppers. We also need to roll the dough out so it cools down before we put it inside.” Darwin always enjoyed the art of culinary. It was relaxing, the routine of hearing something sizzle on a pan, the aroma fanning against your fingers. There wasn’t anything he’d rather be doing. It took practice to feel comfortable in front of a grill, and he’d hope to help with that process. “He’s going to be proud of you, no matter what. You know that right?” He smiled, opening up one of the drawers next to the fridge in order to grab what looked like a miniature ice cream scoop. Once he rolled up his sleeves, Darwin began taking out the guts and inside of the vegetable, putting them into an empty bowl beside him. When he worked he usually liked to listen to a bit of music–– it helped from intrusive thoughts. “Anything in particular station you want to try and find?” He asked, turning up the knob of his small yagasami radio. She stood all pretty up on a shelf, playing George Harrison as well as she could.

 Never seen such a beautiful girl Got me shaking inside Calling on me from deep within her eyes Not the kind you go handing around Want to keep her right there But this love it don't come as no surprise

he sang as softly as he could, though his voice overbore just a little the more he got into it.