#curseplay

[deatheless]

@curseplay sent: just let me know what shape you want your pancakes in. / accepting.

she's getting more used to this by the day. surprisingly ( or unsurprisingly, considering the developments of the last few days ), it's happened much quicker than she thought. sometimes, she can hardly remember there was a time when paris and andie weren't around — when the apartment had been absent of the now near - constant hum of a guitar being played somewhere, and of the new abundance of fruit and meat slowly taking over the fridge, and of the warmth of someone always on the couch ready with open arms for her to drop into at the end of her shift. she can tell lauren feels it too, and while she'd be much less willing to admit it, she can tell she likes it too. her princess can pretend all she wants, but she's caught her in more than enough smiles to know how she really feels.

it makes her feel close to normal again. something that's probably pretty silly to think, considering the four of them are anything but normal, but there's a fullness in her chest she hasn't felt since it had bubbled out of her along with the last of her breath. it's not quite back to normal, but — she's starting to think it might be better.

one thing she's definitely gotten used to is waking up to breakfast being made, and the sweet smell tugging her out from under the covers this morning is no exception. mina pads into the kitchen, hands still clumsy from sleep reaching up to rub at her eyes as a smile slips across her face at the sight of paris posted up by the stove. ❛ morning to you too, ❜ mina says with a giggle, yawning through her words as she leans against the counter to watch them for a moment. paris' hair, longer than yesterday and starting to brush their collarbones again, is in a clumsy ponytail, and she recognizes the scrunchie. it's all very cute.

she sidesteps the counter and steps closer, arms wrapping softly around their waist from behind, and she rests her chin against their shoulder, peering down at the sizzling pan with a thoughtful hum. ❛ are they all shaped? or am i getting a special one? very cute, ❜ mina teases, lifting her head to press a soft kiss to her cheek as her own turn rosy. even if they've all been doing this more often, it still makes her blush. she tilts her head to look down at the pan again. ❛ surprise me. ❜ like she can predict their groan of just pick something before it comes, her lips split into a teasing grin. ❛ or do a frog. hyper - realistic, please. ❜

one hand drifts up to flick the end of paris' ponytail playfully, before she pulls away entirely to reach for the scrunchie and tug it out, dark hair tumbling down against her neck. as she gathers their curls away from their face in her hands to prep a new ponytail, careful not to pull too tight, she twirls one curl idly with her pinkie. ❛ i can go grab the scissors once we're done eating, if you want. it's starting to get long, huh? ❜

[winterbeheaded]

@curseplay liked .

riley was thrilled paris ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ , the night before still big and bright in her mind . not only did she get to see her perform for the first time , she got to meet her too . she had hoped her little tshirt would bring attention , create something for paris to remember her by - and it worked . she had kept the scrap of paper with her number on it and decided maybe riley could be interesting enough to get to know .

and despite the power of a thousand butterflies in her stomach , she knocks on the hotel door ; scared but excited beyond belief .

[bejewe13d]

@curseplay requested a song!

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. it was a risk savannah's label was willing to take. she had proven herself in the pop scene and breaking out of that box was going to be tough. the musicians she worked with for her last album had backed out, not sure they agreed with the sound she wanted. lucky for savannah, her manager was able to scout out talent in time for rehearsals before needing to record.

the girl in front of her seamed familiar. maybe they had met in passing or savannah had seen some of her stuff. savannah takes a couple strides over to her, she had already met every one else playing for her today so she was the only one left. ❝ hey! ❞ she says in an up beat, sing song tone. ❝ i'm savannah! just wanted to thank ya for coming on such short notice! ❞ a pause as she decides if she should say something or not. ❝ i just have to say you look suuuuuuper familiar to me. ❞ well the words left her mouth before she could decide.

[nuks]

STARTER CALL: @curseplay ! ˖* ft. kitty carlisle ☆

     Kitty's batting her lashes at Paris, her glossed, pouty lips in a sweet smile as Kitty drapes her arms over Paris' shoulders, drawing her closer. There's a twinkle in Kitty's eyes, her gaze soft- a harsh contrast to the ice that's for anyone other than Paris.     ❛❛   You know I love you, right?   ❜❜     She begins, tilting her head as she twirls a lock of Paris' hair around her manicured fingers. Kitty gets clingy sometimes- especially when she sees other girls fawning around Paris too much... Like she did tonight, after one of Paris' performances. 

     She knows Paris is hot, and Kitty's got her kitten claws in her, refusing to give them up or share them. Even now, Kitty catches someone looking their way with what Kitty knows is envy. Kitty's quick to smirk as she leans in, holding the person's gaze as she presses a kiss to Paris' lips.     ❛❛   You did so well tonight, baby.   ❜❜  

[bnjmin]

you’re the coolest person i know. (:

accepting. @curseplay

which, is very suspicious. he fiddles with a sugar packet (just coffee today, his appetite is -- well, something he doesn't want to think about) while he frowns a little. then, "that's sad." the laugh leaves him, dies against the lip of the mug when he brings the ceramic to his mouth. "also... sweet? but mostly sad."

[v4vile]

paris harrow / @curseplay : 048, fairgrounds during a large event .

HE HADN'T BEEN TO THE FAIR since he was a kid. chris always associated it with his parents' version of fun, which was often the equivalent of sticking two fingers down your throat and -- you know. but there was an electricity to it that he'd missed. not only that, he was out of practice & fucking awful at the games.

‘ people do this for fun? ’ chris exhales, having missed the fifth and final soda bottle with the rings provided, ‘ there's a fucking soda stand right over there, fifty cents less! ’ paris, in comparison, was wildly good at everything and chris tried his hardest to remain fun & smiley.

he and paris eventually depart from the game, presumably onto the next, and chris sticks his v's up at the soda ring toss dude. a final, well-needed act of defiance.

[goofily-moved]

✉️ @curseplay asked: GAZE ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room - for kitty!

         Kitty sighs to herself, arms folded over her small form as she leans against the wall behind her, her glossed lips in a tight, displeased purse. She hasn't had any luck sinking her kitten claws (as many have nicknamed her habit of clinging to people) into anyone tonight, as no one's garnered her attention properly. She just wants some company, damn it... Whether it be for partying or whatever. She's almost ready to call it a night when her wandering gaze locks with someone else's in an instantaneously intense staredown.

         Kitty's brows raise, and a soft blush warms her cheeks as she greedily takes in the stranger's attractive features, and a smirk is soon to curve her mouth as she decides right then and there she's found someone to keep her interest. She pushes herself off the wall in a fluid movement and makes sure to swing her hips just right on her way to the enticing stranger.      ❛❛   You almost look as bored as I am.   ❜❜     Kitty drawls as she approaches, eyes glimmering with unspoken interest. 

[denniisa]

@curseplay / starter call.

"oh great, it's you. what the hell do you want ?? can't you get good and drunk at your own bar ??"

[crushsung]

🎁 and ☎️ !

my experience in the roleplaying community.

🎁 what platform i started roleplaying on. very sad to say that it was facebook. but happy to say it's where i met one of my best friends (you know who you are).

☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed. hit-girl from kick-ass. i stand by that being a great choice and i would do it again (but less cringe).

[loetise]

🎃 <3

halloween costumes with allie <3, not accepting cause they're sooo late.  ˎˊ˗

MEGAN AND GRAHAM FROM I'M A CHEERLEADER!!! WAILING!!!! potentially barbie and ken from the new movie in their cowboy outfits with allie as barbie and paris as ken, so paris can wear a vest. also woody and bo peep from toy story, with allie as bo peep and paris as woody, so paris can wear a vest. idk allie wants see her in a vest maybe.

[deatheless]

@curseplay sent: the first face i wanted to see was yours. / accepting.

quietly, like a confession ( and maybe, in a way, it is. ) : ❛ me too. ❜ it always is.

she's aware that it really is kind of crazy of them to be doing this. considering how horribly, pathetically, deeply in love with paris she is, sharing a bed with her is probably the last thing she should be doing. but when they come knocking at her door, sad eyes matching her own and remnants of a nightmare clinging to the tremor in their voice, how can she say no?

( when she's laying in bed and she feels like she can't breathe and no matter how hard she tries she can't fall asleep but she knows laying next to her, warm and known and safe, will help, how can she say no? )

her fingers are curled tight in their curls, their arm resting loosely against her good side, the two of them laying side by side and nearly nose to nose — her chest is empty, but somehow, she swears she can still feel her heart racing. they're playing a dangerous game here, really. she can probably count on one hand the amount of nights she's spent alone since they all arrived at the watts house, and considering they've been there nearly two weeks so far ...

she knows this isn't normal, and they're running out of ways to pretend it is. just friends don't do this, even friends who just barely dodged a tragedy together. she knows that. but their legs are intertwined with hers, and she can feel their heart beating against her chest, and maybe it's a bad idea, but she really doesn't want it to stop.

❛ but 's okay, now, ❜ she murmurs again, voice starting to grow heavier with sleep, ❛ 'cause you're here now. and i'm here. ❜ mina smiles, hazily, as she reaches up to poke paris' nose, and then her own cheek with a lilting giggle. ❛ my face is here. so you can go back to sleep now, 'cause it'll be here in the morning too. first thing ... ❜ it'll always be here, as long as you want me. i hope you want me.

[winterbeheaded]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. ) @curseplay sent: [BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

after what feels like hours of crying on the bathroom floor , she's been discovered . it's horrible , the way she's found , her face blank as she looks up at paris , too numb to feel humiliated . ❛ i'm fine . ❜ it's automatic , an obvious lie that used to work on her parents just fine . they would nod , turn on their heel , and shut the door . in an environment as intense as this , she misses it , the familiar dismissal that her parents taught her was normal . so why is paris still here ? ❛ i d-d-don't .. don't want you to see me l-like this . ❜ it's something she had tried to hide for so long , hoping and praying that paris would forever be oblivious to all of her problems and everything that comes with it . but she should've known that soon enough , the illusion she created would shatter .

paris' touch is unexpected , partly because she had begun to zone out , staring blankly at the bathroom cabinet , but it's comforting , causing her limbs to relax , her body below the neck nearly going limp . her doe eyes are glazed , only the tiniest bit of a spark appearing only at the sight of paris' face . ❛ something's really wr-wrong with me . ❜

[aur0ras-a]

❛ you should come with us. ❜ she knows the ideal isn't exactly the most appealing. squished into a van on it's last leg , with a group of strangers. ❛ since we're all headed to L.A. too , it'll be fun ! ❜ optimism is relentless , despite rain clouds that linger in sky. ❛ it's where all the musicians are going right now. ❜ chrissy speaks like she's knowledge about it all , but in truth it's only repeating a line she was told. ❛ i know the guys seem like a lot , but they're really sweet once you get to know them. ❜ would they even remember to stop for gas , if it wasn't for chrissy's micro-management ( 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 ). ❛ you don't have to make a decision right now , we're staying here at least a day or two. ❜ blue hues light for @curseplay , trying to convince them to follow dreams.

[axeattitude]

@curseplay : do you really think so, or are you just being nice? / don't skip out on me.

paris is young and given to uncertainty like any other, but as kerry turns and snuffs out his cigarette, he bites his tongue. he can't really blame them for the doubt - still, something about that uncertainty being levied towards him nettles.

"paris-" his tone is painstakingly measured. it's sometimes hard to remind himself of how much they look up to him. there is a vulnerability there, one of placing yourself at the judgment of someone you care for and hoping it doesn't backfire.

it doesn't.

"when have i ever said something to you i don't mean?" he levels them with a look he hopes is meaningful enough to add weight. "i'm not just bein' nice." a lesson: just trust me.

[goodheartt]

@curseplay sent : ❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜  / for dee!

"yes, goddammit, i wanted to be left alone." she snaps out before she even really processes it. dee stares at paris then for a moment, letting out a sigh before closing her eyes. when she got like this, when she was this upset, she wasn't used to people being around her. and when they were, they had nothing good to say, just more hurtful words that add to the ache in her chest. but this was paris, this wasn't the gang.

"shit i'm ... i'm sorry." she says quietly before opening her eyes again, once again meeting theirs. "i usually don't like to have people around when i'm feeling ... like this. mostly because i have a bunch of boners for friends." she gives a weak laugh, trying to dissolve the tension with a bit of humor. there's another pause before she speaks again, trying to force herself to be a little bit vulnerable for once in her life. "you can ... stay. if you want, i mean."

[freezeher]

@curseplay liked !

❛ i guess we're both runnin' away from somethin' . ❜ muses ethel as a breeze flows through long locks ; her roots are beginning to show , natural brunette peeking out from the blonde hue she's dyed it . isaiah would've had her touch it up by now . perhaps she should in order to preserve her identity . . . but in all truth , she's tired of smothering her truest self . ❛ y'know . . . i can't tell ya' what it means t' me that you'd have me along like this . ❜ ethel looks to paris wearing a small smile , green eyes grateful . ❛ i wanted t' get away so bad , i just . . . i was too scared of what might happen 'f i tried . ❜