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hi!! i’ll be moving things over to @kalcidescope!

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Havana Rose Liu for SCMP Style

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tbh a part of me is currently wondering if i should move this indie side blog to its own main so that i can like things and follow/follow ppl back smoother 👀

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Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

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like for a starter !

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hi i lost today and didn't do things on the dash but i DID update my muse page some! take a look cus it took me a moment

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I know yall are about to get horny like crazy

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God I love “We’re enemies, but we’ve been enemies for a long time, which is sort of like being friends.” Great trope.

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🧡 — reverse starter call !

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i wanted to get on tonight but after i get off work there’s no way i’ll wanna do ANYTHING 😭 but i have tomorrow off so i’ll work on more starters and start replies 🥰

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This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.

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9-1-1 | Season 8, Episode 1, ‘Buzzkill’

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open to: anyone! muse: gretchen lloyd. farmer's market merchant. 28. florence pugh. she/they. plot: gretchen and your muse are at a diy fall candle night!

gretchen goes back and forth from smelling the 'pumpkin spice cupcake' scent to 'cinnamon apple' with a slight pout, tilting her head to the side as she turns back to the other, holding up the current candle up for the other to have a smell as well. "it's a toss up between these two for me, what do you think? they also have maple which could be nice, too, with the apple..." she furrows her brows momentarily as she holds it up to smell one more time. "have you decided yours yet?"

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open to: anyone! muse: dominic "dom" wells. mechanic. 30. joseph quinn. he/him. plot: he said "fuck the guide" and essentially got them both lost at the corn maze lol

"fuck..." dom lets the words come out under his breath as he meets yet another dead end, growing more and more irritated as he's now essentially leading them deeper into the corn maze with no direction, scowling but far too stubborn to admit it to their probably smug ass face, even as the sun is now starting to setover them. "...don't fuckin' say it, alright? i just got...confused for a moment, am i allowed?"

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open to: anyone! muse: ivy campbell. pottery studio employee/etsy shop owner. 26. piper curda. she/they. possible connections: partner (they're pan!), friend, roommate, etc.

"yay, you're here!" ivy cheers the moment she sees them once answering the door, helping to carry some of the things she had asked them to get from the store, marking off each thing out loud as the point them out, and excitedly pulls out the wine happily before turning back to them with a tilt of her head. "okay, so, i know that you were wondering what exactly all of this was for, and i wasn't gonna tell you til you got here, soooo.....i might have totally signed us up for the pumpkin spice bake off hosted at the park nearby that's in a few days, surprise!"