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MUSE : nathaniel zhào
OPEN TO : f
CONTEXT : we moved into a little apartment together while we were dating and then we broke up but neither of us could really afford to get our own place so now we’re stuck as roommates, watching each other bring home random one night stands or dates.
❝ he seemed.... nice, ❞ except that the word felt bitter on his tongue and nathaniel continues not to lock eyes. ❝ how many guys has that been this week? ❞
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Sam is staring at you like this. What do you do?
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Staring is rude.
.......he's lookin. Regardless. Right. at. You.
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muse - silas , ski lodge attendant , he / him .
plot - plot inspo in source ! but basically a love affair between the two , your muse always sneaks away to silas when they're having issues with their partner .
open to - f/nb , 23 +
"want me to make you forget all about it?" silas asked, pulling the other close to his chest. it was silent for a moment before he cupped their cheek, leaning down closer so their faces were just inches apart. "you know you deserve better than that."
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"... I know what you are."
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“you love being seen with me , but you don't love me .”
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he's growling at something unseen in the corner of the room.
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He waddles up to you and paws at your pantleg. " You should... you should give me that. "
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"I feel like either kissing someone or mauling them. Maybe both."
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open to mutuals .
[ the context ] he overestimated his readiness to have that conversation. eyes remained avoidant of the other's gaze. " pump the brakes— " he interrupted. " too many questions... — start again. what do you wanna know? "
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OPEN.
"The thing about me is I will continue to find Burns. I will continue to dig. And that's why you will subscribe."
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MUSE : cyrus moon, med student and male nanny
OPEN TO : f / m (platonic) / nb
CONTEXT : fuck soulmates, be my academic rival
❝ saw the test scores posted up on the board this morning on the way to class. looks like you dropped a few points, slacker. ❞
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"Man, I forgot how impossible it is to shop for anything during the first week of February... Everything is either pink or red or covered in hearts..."
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the boogeyman stares at the other, fingers loosely wrapped around the hilt of his knife. he has left no distance between the two of them, soulless black eyes staring down at them. it's as if he expects the other to know what it is he wants.
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muse - josephine "josie" peterson , social media intern / aspiring youtuber , she / her .
plot - best friends with feelings, exes, relationship.. whateverrrr<3
open to - any , m/f/nb , 20 +
"why did you bring me here?" josie asked, furrowed brow appearing alongside her facial expression, tilting her head a bit out of confusion. "is there something we need to talk about?"
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happy birthday, seifer almasy | open.
"Happy birthday to me--"
Is he a little drunk? A little melancholy? A little bent over an old piano, banging out the melody with vague approximation?
All of those things at once, to be honest.
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