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a playful roll of konrad’s eyes came as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. “oh please, don’t bother playing innocent, bobby. i think trouble is all you get up to.” a tiny scoff followed his words. “you’re welcome to prove me wrong by telling me whatever it is that you needed to.”

open to: all, twin peaks characters encouraged. feat. BOBBY BRIGGS, small town scamp !

"why do you always assume the worst when i have somethin' to tell you? do you really think this pretty face could be up to no good?"

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“c’mon, mate… that’s not even remotely fair of you. giving hand jobs in exchange for designer clothes is ten times worse than the stupid spray-on abs rumour!” exasperation lined blaine’s words as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “plus, you should be thanking me for the whole spray-on abs rumour. pictures of your abs were trending on threads for at least two days because of me. i basically gave you free publicity here.” that was certainly one way to frame it.

open to: all, costars on his show ' LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION ' feat. ADDISON ST. JAMES, explosive reality star !

"i absolutely told our cast, crew, and the nation that you do hand stuff in exchange for designer clothes. what did you expect? that i would let you get away with starting a rumor that i have spray-on abs?"

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“normally, i don’t really like being stared at… but i think i’m more than willing to make an exception for someone like you.” a smirk curled onto ronen’s lips as he leaned in a bit closer to the other. “sounds like you’ve been deprived back home. is that why you decided to leave?” curiosity lined his words as he continued to look the other over.

open to: m / nb. older muses encouraged. feat. feat. SAWYER OAKLEY, country jock, going to college in the city !

"i hope you don't mind me sayin' so, or that i keep staring... but we don't have anyone nearly as good-lookin' as you back home."

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a small snort of annoyance escaped bradley as he cocked his head to the side. “yeah, i’m painfully aware of that fact.” his lips pursed into a thin line. “doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you boss me around… because until that point, you’re not my boss. you’re just another spoiled brat who thinks that his daddy’s reputation can get him whatever he wants.”

open to: all. feat. warren sinclair, the boss' son.

"i know it might not seem very humble of me to say... but you know i'll be running this place someday, right?"

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a gentle sigh fell from duke’s lips as he ran a hand down the side of his face in frustration. “i just…” his words trailed off for a moment, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. “why didn’t you come to me if you were that desperate for money, bennett?” his gaze was fixed to the other, a gleam of concern in his eyes. “i know we didn’t end on the best terms, but i still care about you.”

open to : m / masc / nb / exes / fwbs / ex colleagues !

"i needed the money and i thought i could fuck my way out of debt, alright?!" the anxious pause adds to his own shame over the situation. "i didn't think anyone would find out. least of all you."

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“i failed to satisfy the requirements of the deal?” a scoff fell from micah’s lips as he tilted his head to the side in a challenging manner. “i thought you were paying for my company for the night, and i fulfilled that obligation. we never discussed any other strings being attached to that.” he wet his lips as he leaned in closer to the other. “but maybe, you should be more upfront with your expectations if you plan on throwing around threats in the end.”

open to : m / f / nb !

"i paid for a service — and you failed to satisfy the requirements of the deal." his tone was controlled, devoid of any emotion. artificial, almost. "therefore, you are not leaving until i decide that has changed."

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SHUBHAM MAHESHWARI as GAT PATIL We Were Liars・1.01 - Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

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despite feeling the other slip out of the bed, blaine hadn’t bothered to untangle himself from the sheets until he was sure everett had left. not saying goodbye in the morning saved him from any sort of awkwardness that usually ruined situationships for him in the past. when he was fairly sure that the other had already left, he managed to pull himself out of bed and change into a pair of sweatpants. fingers ran through his messy locks as he shuffled out of his bedroom, only to notice that everett was indeed still in his apartment. he froze as he watched the other endearingly interact with his cat, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips. after a moment he forced himself forward, their gazes meeting as he leaned against the edge of his couch. “you know… i’m pretty sure you’re the only person on this earth that she actually likes. she doesn’t even like me, and she depends on me for food.” a small snort of amusement escaped him. “she always spends at least twenty minutes meowing at the door whenever you leave. i’m not just saying that to guilt trip you into at least staying for a cup of coffee either.”

open to: m/nb 25+

plot: this-local terrible man (who likes to keep relationships casual) is starting to have a soft spot for his fwbs cat

everett was no stranger to leaving other men's places the morning after. he knew how to make his exit without causing a scene. however, there was someone who made leaving this hook up's place more complicated. that someone was currently sat on one of his shoes and meowing to ensure she had his attention. "hello, gorgeous." everett greeted as he bent down to pet his hook up's cat. "you're a menace. you're even needier than your roommate. but you're an adorable menace and you know exactly how to get what you want. i admire that in a person or i suppose cat in your case." he asked as he ran his hand down her fur. he couldn't believe he'd become the kind of person who had full conversations with a cat. at least he still had too much self-respect to talk to her in a baby voice. he heard footsteps behind him but kept his focus entirely on his new accomplice. "sorry, i was just about to leave but this one had other ideas. she's keeping me hostage here."

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while wren rarely went out these days, they were still riding the high from getting to see their favourite soccer team win a match today. once most of the celebrations at the stadium died down, she was convinced by her friends to go to a nearby pub to continue celebrating. most of them had left at this point in the night, but wren wasn’t quite ready to head back to their lonely and very empty apartment. she was nursing one final drink of the night when they felt an unexpected tap to their shoulder, blinking in surprise as they saw a familiar face standing before them. a loud scoff fell from her lips as she tilted her head to the side in amusement. “one of the cleanest tackles? i think we have very differing opinions on what a clean tackle is. but then again, i don’t get paid to play the sport, so what do i know?” they lifted their hands in a defensive manner. “y’know… being bitter after losing isn’t really a good look on you.” her lips pursed slightly. “i don’t suppose offering to buy you a drink would make you hate me a little less right now, would it?”

open to: any but with a preference for f or nb muses plot: inspired by this-jivika is a pro soccer player and her team is drowning their sorrows at a bar after a loss. she saw y/m at the bar wearing the opposition's jersey and decided to go over because she loves escalating situations

over the years jivika had gained the ability to spot a women's soccer jersey from a distance. she could do it even in the most crowded area. it was a skill that helped her gain friends for life as a kid. though this time she wasn't pleased to recognise what top the stranger was wearing. she had seen too much of that jersey that afternoon. that jersey was the reason jivika and the girls were commiserating. she had to go over and ask that person why their taste in soccer teams sucked. jivika successfully shoved her way through the crowd. "hey!" she shouted while giving the stranger a tap on the shoulder. "congrats on the win today. though you were lucky the ref was clueless. i shouldn't have gotten a yellow. that was one of the cleanest tackles i've ever done in my entire life."

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alanis   guillen   in   pantanal   (   2022   )   .

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delphine had been anxiously awaiting this moment since ravi was taken from her. it was a moment that she hadn’t even been sure would come. she prayed to anything and everything that the other would be freed and make it home to her in one piece. but as the days turned to months, her hope began to dwindle. though she never allowed herself to fully give up — she couldn’t. months of worry and mental strife had led her here. the moment her gaze fell upon him, tears sprang to her eyes, and she ran toward him. she wrapped her arms around him in a crushing embrace, almost fearful that ravi would disappear and this would all be just another dream where they were reunited. her hands latched onto the front of his shirt as he cupped her face, fingers curling into the fabric in a desperate clutch.

“ ravi… i’ve missed you so much. i—i never thought i would be able to see you again. ” tears trickled down her flushed cheeks as she scanned over his features, looking him over and assessing him. something felt off though, mentally taking note of the way he opened and closed his mouth like he had decided not to speak. “ what…? what’s wrong? ” her features softened, her words lined with concern.

open to : m / f / nb (25+) muse : ravi nambiar. 33 y/o. son of a powerful business magnate, whose enemies hired a gang to kidnap ravi in exchange for ransom. during his time in captivity, his kidnappers relieved him of his tongue, two of his toes and his left pinky finger. still, his father never paid, and ravi was held captive until the police rescued him after three months. plot : ravi's just been rescued and he's been reunited with his beloved, y/m, who has no idea what he went through while kidnapped. please read my rules before replying!

falling into familiar arms sent a wave of relief crashing over him, arms locking around the person he'd missed more than his own family during the long, brutal months he'd spent in captivity, waiting for a ransom to be paid that would never come. ravi had known his father wouldn't budge from the moment he'd been dragged into the van, but it had taken his captors more than two months to realize the same truth. not even when they started sending him pieces of his son wrapped in parchment paper, did viraj nambiar relent.

ravi's hands fount the other's face, cupping their jaw despite the trembling of his hands. his lips parted to speak, then closed, the realization that he would never speak their name again hitting him with the weight of a freight train. his eyes searched theirs, hoping they would somehow understand the reason for his silence through their locked gazes alone.

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why they had even allowed their friends to dare them into doing this was beyond them. hushed whispers about the oddities on display at the freakshow through the circus that had rolled through town were enough to spark the interest of everyone, including scout. but now that they were actually here they were starting to second-guess themself. all they needed to do was to get an up-close look at one of them — and the present vacancy allowed them that privilege. their breath caught in their throat as they approached the exhibit, catching the gaze of the other. a look of awe was etched across their features, and they gradually inched closer to the other, unable to stop themselves from staring. their gaze dropped toward the chain that was clasped around her ankle, a tiny frown tugging at the corners of their lips. but it wasn’t long before their gaze returned to the other’s wings. she looked like something out of a fairytale. “ i’m sure you’re used to people starin’ at you, but i don’t want you feeling like you’re bein’ gawked at. i’ve just never seen an angel before. didn’t even think they existed. ” they mused as they took one last timid step forward. “ it doesn’t seem right to keep you all chained up like this… your wings are beautiful. ” there was a breathless air to their words. she was beautiful.

open to : m / f / nb (25+) muse : alya. guardian angel. cast down from heaven when she started breaking rules to protect her charge. wandered the earth for a bit, looking for them, until she was captured by alexander carmont, a collector of curiosities, which he displays in his freak show as part of his travelling circus. plot : y/m comes to visit the carnival and encounters alya. it could be that they've come to free her, or throw rocks at her, or any number of things. they could also be her charge that she's been looking for! please read my rules before replying!

" it's okay to look-- you don't have to be shy. " her voice rasped as she spoke, the heat and dust of the nevada desert scraping her throat to sandpaper. she didn't understand why carmont didn't close the carnival at this time of day-- with the sun at its peak, beating down on those foolish enough not to scramble for shade, barely anyone braved the travel to the outskirts of town to look at the collection of curiosities their ringmaster had collected. even carmont himself had fled into the cool of his trailer, leaving his prizes to wither in the heat. nobody would come-- except, it seemed, the person staring at her now, lingering at the edges of the exhibit. " i won't bite-- couldn't reach you even if i wanted to. " alya's idea of a joke, wry smile tugging at her mouth as she lifted her ankle, where a thick chain sat clasped around the delicate skin, pinning her in place. she shifted her weight, stretching the mess of grimy white feathers on her back with a low, pained groan. " what's wrong ? cat's got your tongue ? "

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MICHAEL CIMINO as Zac Torres Motorheads 1.01 "Pilot"

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the other’s face was one ophelia was used to seeing in the crowd quite frequently as the band’s tour dragged on. while she had definitely caught their eye, they didn’t allow themself to cling onto any sort of hope the few times they interacted. ophelia was no stranger to people using them in order to get close to their band members, in particular theo — the popularly lusted-after bassist. who could really blame them? even if he wasn’t necessarily their type, he was pretty and had a moody bad boy look about him. tonight they had decided to linger around the venue longer than they normally did, a voice catching them off guard. “thanks. it’s nice to see you as always. you looked like you were having a good time.” they didn’t want to admit that they had been watching the other from on stage, but it just naturally came out. although at the mention of their plans, a brow was arched as they turned toward the other. “there’s an after-party that most of the guys are going to at a nearby club.” they offered up a shrug of their shoulders. “if you want the chance to meet up with any of them, tonight would be the perfect time.”

open to w/enby. muse: eden phillips. bisexual. she/her. apothecary owner. plot: gay groupie/band member plot like eden has followed this band all around the country and they’re known for their hot dude drummer or lead singer or something but eden is after them but they're is used to people using them to get to the male members.

"hey, your set was amazing tonight!" and it has been for every other show that eden has seen for this leg of the tour. if she was musically apt she could probably get on stage and perform some of it herself with how well she's come to know it. still, her compliment is genuine. offered with a big, wide smile and everything despite the fact they don't seem as thrilled to see her as she is them. "any plans for tonight? hitting up an after show or just something quiet?"

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“i’m sure you probably could’ve,” seph could taste the tinge of iron in her mouth from the split lip that thea was presently trying to help her clean up. “i just think assholes like that really need to be put in their place. it wouldn’t have felt right for me to not intervene.” there was an almost starry-eyed look in her eyes as she stared up at the other, trying not to focus on just how close they were right now. “i’m fine, really. you don’t have to worry about me… i’ve taken harder hits than that before. i’m just glad that you’re okay.” a pause. “you are, okay… right?”

open to anyone. muse: thea lei. bisexual. she/her. wedding florist. plot: I’m glad you’re okay” but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and I lose my mind every time - happy for pre-existing connections (friends/exes/enemies/lovers) or strangers.

“not that i don’t appreciate the whole… knight in shining armour act but… i totally could’ve taken care of myself.” not entirely convincing considering thea’s hands still tremble as she carefully dabs at a cut they’d received after stepping in to help her out. “are you sure you don’t want to go to the ER to get checked out?”

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after consistently seeing one another in passing yet josephine never having the courage to properly approach the other, it felt like this unexpected storm was fate. a timid smile formed on her lips as she shook her head. “it’s no trouble at all! come on inside.” she pushed the door open further to allow the other to enter her flat. “do you want me to get you a towel to help you dry off? or maybe some tea?” her rambling almost always came out whenever she was nervous — and this was definitely one of those moments.

open to anyone. muse: phoebe smith. bisexual. she/her. choreographer. plot: our muses are neighbors that sneak cute, quick glances at each other through the windows and give each other small waves when they see each other at their mailboxes, but are too afraid to talk to each other until one day a huge, huge storm hits and phoebe has lost her keys.

"hey, i'm so sorry to bother you when the weather is like this but i left my keys back at my work and my sister lives on the other side of town so i can't grab by spare set from her until this storm shifts a bit. would you mind if i hung out here for a little bit? i swear i'll be out of your hair the second the sky clears up." phoebe doesn't really allow them to get a word in at first, nervous rambling taking over since she most they've ever exchanged have been polite hellos.

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romeo knew deep down that he had no rightful reason to be getting this worked up about the stupid article. johnny was just his friend — that’s all he would ever be. the other went through partners faster than he went through clothes. yet, that didn’t stop his heart from developing feelings for the other. he hadn’t even realized that tears of frustration were lining his eyes until he heard johnny’s voice lined with concern. he blinked back the tears before closing his laptop. “can you blame me? it’s all people have been talking about lately…” he muttered as he set the device aside and rose from his bed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “it doesn’t really seem fake when you look really close to that woman in all those pictures. there’s one where it even looks like she is kissing you.” that one in particular had caused his stomach to churn with jealousy.

open starter featuring johnny storm !open to: any gender and relation !

"wow, hey -- what's wrong?" johnny quickly asked as he entered the room, noticing the other visibly upset and looking at their laptop. but, as he drew closer, he noticed some pictures in an expose about him -- and completely taken out of context. "why are you looking at this? are you seriously going to get yourself upset over fake crap?" it was clear he was angry. however, not at them, but rather whoever was trying to paint him as being in a relationship -- especially when he'd been skirting around his feelings for the other.