#renegadetulisrp

[myriadxofxmuses]

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What color is your aura?

Ivelina DeLuca

Pearl

abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint palettes. your essence is pearl: you strive for improvement, and see yourself as the grandest project of all. you cultivate a home in what you do; your signature is unmistakable, perfectly you. you know what's best for others before they're even aware. you are the designer. you are the perfectionist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory, and rose, who also act with purpose. you are also drawn to the honest lavender and periwinkle, who will help you grow and see that you can be true to even your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the imaginative personalities of seafoam and coral who don't have a strong purpose.

[evcrlasting]

Closed starter for @renegadetulisrp

This was a grand mess, a mistake if she were to be honest. She was tightly trapped between a rock and a hard place and although it felt like the obvious answer was staring her straight in the face. The reality was, it wasn't that simple. Her relationship with Ethan wasn't that simple, hell her relationship with Ezra was even more confusing. She wanted to run away from her problems. Away from her feelings for Ezra. Away from planning her wedding. It just wasn't an option. Though it felt like her fiance was doing the same at times. Like today.

"So DJ or band?" Sofia asked. The question was simple. Relatively simple, but the tension in the air, maybe her own projection, but it was heavy. She shifted in her seat, keeping her gaze on the todo list and options before her. If she knew she'd be planning her wedding with Ezra, she would've gotten a wedding planner and told them to have fun. That would have been less stressful than this. Would have meant less time with her newly realized crush. She lifted her head, glancing at Ezra. "Do you want wine? or something?" She got up. Anything to put some space between them. She rounded the island in her kitchen, bringing down two glasses. "anything Ez?"

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp / ft. asher

Despite having performed on the big stage for the last couple of years, Asher still found himself battling nerves before every performance. His bandmates were well aware of his pre-show ritual—anytime he vanished for a little while, they knew he was off somewhere clearing his head. As he stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, Asher took a deep breath, looking himself over. This was a critical part of his routine—hyping himself up and offering words of reassurance. He needed to remind himself that he could do this, that he had the talent and the passion to give his best performance. The mirror reflected not just his image but the determination in his eyes, the silent promises he made to himself.

The fear of failure loomed large in his mind, especially when it came to his music. Music was his passion, the very thing that set his soul on fire. The thought of losing that, of not living up to his own expectations, terrified him. It wasn't just about the fear of disappointing others; it was the fear of disappointing himself, of not being able to share the music that was so deeply a part of who he was. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to dispel the lingering doubts. Asher knew that every artist faced their demons before stepping onto the stage. It was the vulnerability that came with putting a piece of oneself out there for the world to see. And yet, despite the fear and the nerves, he knew that the stage was where he belonged.

With one final look in the mirror, Asher straightened his posture, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline begin to take hold. Stepping outside the bathroom doors and back into the main area of his trailer, he was taken aback by the sight of a beautiful woman he had never seen before. Confusion quickly took over his expression. She stood there, radiating an unexpected presence that caught him completely off guard. "Uh, hello?" he managed to speak, his voice tinged with curiosity and surprise. His eyebrows furrowed together as he let out a small, nervous laugh, trying to make sense of the situation.

[wiinestories]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp [ lorraine & darius ]

The task would be carried out with precision, or so Lorraine assured herself as she adjusted her sleek black dress in the mirror. Infiltrate the gala, locate the target, and gather enough intel for MI6. Simple in theory, intricate in execution—just the kind of challenge she thrived on. Her eyes swept over the lines of her gown, the concealed holster strapped discreetly to her thigh beneath the fabric. Every detail had been accounted for: the forged invitation tucked into her clutch, the small comms device hidden behind her ear, and the poison-laced pen discreetly attached to the interior of her bag. Lorraine knew how these events worked. The gala would be a swirl of high fashion, champagne glasses, and whispered conversations — a ground for secrets to slip free. Navigating it meant blending in, charming the right people, and fading into the background at just the right moments.

Her target was rumoured to be elusive, a man who thrived in the shadows, but Lorraine had her ways. The intel she’d gathered in the days leading up to this mission had already painted part of the picture. Tonight, she’d fill in the rest. She slipped into her heels, the final piece of the polished facade she needed to present. Infiltrating a world of excess and deception was second nature to her, but she couldn’t deny the faint thrill that came with it—the tension of walking a razor’s edge. As she stepped out into the night, her expression hardened into the perfect mask of composure. She was ready. After all, this wasn’t just another mission. It was her mission, and failure wasn’t an option.

The opportunity presented itself sooner than Lorraine had anticipated. Amidst the clinking of champagne glasses and the murmured conversations filling the grand ballroom, her sharp eyes caught a subtle shift in the crowd. Four men, all dressed impeccably but carrying an air of purpose, broke away from the main gathering. Their movements were deliberate, their path leading them toward a quieter, more secluded part of the mansion. Lorraine’s gaze followed them, her expression carefully neutral as she sipped her drink. "On the move." She murmured so only the device could pick up her words. The isolated wing of the estate wasn’t part of the public tour, nor was it mentioned in the gala’s itinerary. Whatever business they had there, it wasn’t for the guests.

Setting her glass down on a nearby table, Lorraine adjusted the strap of her clutch and began moving through the crowd. Her pace was unhurried, her steps blending seamlessly with the flow of the partygoers. Every movement was calculated—just another guest wandering away from the noise, curiosity piqued by the opulence of the estate. As she neared the corridor, the hum of the gala began to fade, replaced by the faint echo of her heels on polished marble. The dim lighting of the hallway contrasted sharply with the glittering brilliance of the ballroom, shadows stretching along the ornate walls.

She paused just before rounding a corner, her hand brushing against the comms device hidden in her clutch. Pressing herself against the wall, Lorraine listened intently, her sharp senses picking up the faint murmur of voices ahead.

[writermuses]

@renegadetulisrp

[hiddcnhorizcns]

@renegadetulisrp from here

leo leaned back against the seat, his gaze fixed on the faint plume of smoke curling between them. aria’s teasing words played in his head, but it wasn’t her voice alone that stirred something deep within him—it was the way she said it, the way her lips curved around each syllable like she knew exactly the effect she had on him. she was fire. and damn it, leo wasn’t the kind of guy who ran from flames. he knew this was trouble. he could practically hear emily’s voice in the back of his mind, a scolding ghost reminding him of where his loyalty was supposed to lie. but it wasn’t loyalty that burned through him now. aria was wrong, though. he wasn’t an irresponsible babysitter. he was a terrible babysitter. when she plucked the joint from his fingers, he couldn’t stop his eyes from following the motion, lingering on her hand, her lips, the smooth line of her neck as she leaned back. she was completely at ease, or at least pretending to be, and that only made her more alluring. she wasn’t scared of him, or of the chaos he carried with him. she leaned into it, teased it, and handed it right back to him with a flick of her wrist. but it was her eyes that gutted him the most. when she locked eyes with him, her playful smirk lingering, it was like a punch to the chest. “yeah,” he said finally, his voice rough and low, “probably the worst babysitter you’ve ever had.” for a guy who thrived on control—of his car, of his reputation, of every race he entered—leo felt completely unmoored. and yet, he didn’t want to right himself. not this time. leo took another slow drag from the joint, his lungs filling with the bitter smoke as he exhaled it into the already charged air between them. the glow of the cherry illuminated his sharp features briefly before he leaned back, adjusting his seat with a faint click. he stretched out, his body sinking deeper into the leather, every movement deliberate, unhurried. his free hand rested lazily between his legs, his fingers curling slightly, a casual pose that radiated confidence but also hinted at something else—something less restrained. “you know, you talk a lot of trash for someone who just stole my joint,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing.

[multxfacies]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp || antonio x victoria

based on this

Antonio was in the middle of stirring a simmering pot on the stove when the knock echoed through the house, barely audible over the sound of the storm outside. He frowned, glancing at the clock—it was late for visitors, especially in this weather.

Wiping his hands quickly on a towel, he made his way to the door, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he opened it to find Victoria standing there, drenched and shivering in the downpour. They’d exchanged plenty of glances, little waves, and smiles over the months, but he never thought he’d find her at his doorstep in the middle of a storm.

“Victoria?” He blinked, momentarily stunned, before stepping aside immediately. “Come in—quickly.” He held the door wide, his usual calm laced with concern as he took in her soaked clothes and windswept hair. Without thinking, he closed the door behind her, moving with purpose. “You’re absolutely drenched. Let me grab you a towel.” He paused, meeting her eyes for a brief moment, a softness in his expression. “Are you alright?”

[etxrnaleclipse]

Closed starter for @renegadetulisrp || Silvana and Mason

When her eyes fell on the familiar face, there was a moment that Silvana thought she had seen a ghost. It had been quite some time since she had last seen Mason, recalling their most recent encounter many years ago in a back alley of Munich. But there he was, still alive and much the same as she remembered him.

"I have to say, I rather expected I'd see your obituary before seeing your face again." she commented, smirking over at him as she folded her arms over her chest.

[saudadexmses]

starter for @renegadetulisrp muse: Ezra Álvarez (45 years old. assassin. personal assistant. they/them)

" And why should this matter to me?" Ezra turns to look at them." I fail to see why this concerns me at all, it's not as if there's any loyalty shared between us." Maybe there had been once upon a time but Ezra had changed and they assumed the other had as well." I'm not so neatly tied around your fingers anymore."

[lostwcnderlands]

-> closed starter for @renegadetulisrp

no sooner had antony been informed that an upset woman was there to see him, did his door open with a bang, and in flew none other than miss jacqueline romano, in the flesh. he smiled, amused by the fury burning bright in her eyes, until even that was wiped from his face when he realized that something was wrong. she had not come under friendly business, not this time around.

" hold on, whoa whoa. " brow furrowing deeply, antony grimaced and held up a hand, hopefully to ward off any onslaught of rage before it had a chance to snowball && begin. a tightness was forming in his temples; he could tell this would either turn out to be a pain in his ass, or an expensive problem. maybe both. and yet... tony always felt he would have some sort of debt to jac, in lieu of his debt to her late father. admiration && respect were core values, even for him, after all he had done in these years...

he would hear her out. " does this have something to do with robbie suddenly quitting on me? last i heard, he had been hooking up with one of your girls. now, listen, i told him to be careful when mixing business and pleasure. "

[myriadxofxmuses]

Tagged by: @savagecuhnt

Tagging: @7ndcvils , @renegadetulisrp , @lunarruled , @disposablelover , @mywilliingheart , @homelander-rp-blog , @lostxones , @ruinedsoulsrp , @swimmingsirenindierp , @the-thieves-gambit

NAME?: Mo Mo

PRONOUNS?: She/Her

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?:  They all come and go pretty equally.

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS?: I think like 8 years now?

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: Fluff and angst for sure. I'm selective on smut and do not rp smut just for smut's sake. It has to make sense, the chemistry between muses has to be right, and it helps if I'm comfortable with the mun.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I try my best to do shorter replies, but it always ends up being at least a few paragraphs.

PET PEEVES?: Plotting and then immediately ghosting after a starter is written or ask has been sent. Elitism. No one on here is better than anyone and I hate when the arrogance just seeps through someone's blog. Like get over yourself. No one on here is better than anyone else.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: Each of my muses have a piece of me in there bios. I take a lot of inspiration from bits of my real life when making characters and their backstories.

TIME TO WRITE?: I don't have set times that I can sit down and write. I work on things both on my laptop and phone as the opportunities present themselves and write until I feel like a reply is done and ready for my partner to continue the story. So, the best times are any time during my waking hours.

[evcrlasting]

Closed starter for @renegadetulisrp

Mistakes had been made. From both of them. Though their last dispute had sounded final in every way, he found himself wondering when they would reunite. They had 'broken up', and yet days, weeks, and months later she was still the only one on his mind. He was in love with Nadine. That emotion was what found him stepping ever so closer to destroying the new life she was trying to live. One that didn't include him in her future. If she had been serious about how she felt back then, there was no way she could be moving forward without him. Elias was choosing to believe that, regardless of what others were saying. Discovering truth had caused his heart to clench. Sorrow only sitting until she shook it off, determined. Nadine wasn't going anywhere without a fight. Maybe that waws what she had been waiting for. A romantic action from him. He wasn't great at grand gestures, preferring to show love in smaller daily choices. Clearly he had missed some sort of memo.

Finding himself down on one knee, an angel on the platform in front of him, Elias struggled to find his words. Grooms weren't supposed to see their brides in a wedding dress before their wedding day, right? It brought b ad luck and yet he had no choice but to be here. With help from one of her bridesmaids, the only one who had actually given him any clue as to when and where Nadine was, he had strolled into the fitting with no remorse. All action, all heart, unfortunately no actual plan. "Nadine Sanchez," he started, ignoring the bells ringing in his head, "you have always and will always have every inch of my heart." He thought she knew that, but it never hurt to remind her. "I cannot imagine another day without you. Please Nay, Marry me?"

[vntageheart]

⛸ for Jess x Jason (NEED IT LIKE AIR)

⛸  ─  go ice skating

If anyone else had asked her to ice skate, it would have been an immediate no. However, Jason had a way of convincing Jessie to step out of her comfort zone that she would always be grateful for. Despite her grace on the ballet floor, her performance on the ice was another story entirely. She blamed it on her parents never properly teaching her how to rollerblade, which carried over to her current inability to glide across the ice as effortlessly as Jason. He would probably be shocked to learn that her parents weren't heavily involved in her childhood, especially since she hadn’t yet shared how lonely those years had been for her. Many nights, she spent alone in the house with her childhood dog, reading books to escape the solitude. These were experiences she hadn’t found the courage to tell him about yet.

Laughter filled the crisp, cold air around them as she held onto his hands, allowing him to guide her across the ice while other skaters practically flew past them. "No, seriously, babe. How are you so good at this? I'm impressed," she said, her words tumbling out with genuine admiration. Her expression beamed as she couldn’t contain her smile, her eyes reflecting the joy she felt in this shared moment. Her body leaned forward into him, not caring who was around or who might be watching her legs tremble as she skated across the ice. She shut her eyes softly, letting the world around them fade away. Her lips found his in a tender kiss, a moment of pure warmth amidst the cold, bustling rink. The sensation of his lips against hers was both grounding and exhilarating, making her forget the unsteady ice beneath her feet.

[multxfacies]

@renegadetulisrp

[writermuses]

continued from here for @renegadetulisrp

In Kasmitha's line of work, she had met all sorts. Initially starting in the front of house at Paddles had left her at the mercy of people with kinks and fetishes that ranged from tame to depraved. When the Madame had deemed Kas was seasoned enough to be an escort, she'd been paired with rich clients that anticipated discretion and for her to meet whatever their requests were. The shift, while lucrative, had been jarring. Her old regulars were displeased be the lack of time for them to transition and find someone they were more interested in and it seemed that no amount of discretion and relocation had kept her safe from one in particular. In one of her rare nights off, she'd decided to visit Black Dusk, a new place that one of her younger clients had mentioned. It wasn't uncommon for her to visit and scope places out for a potential 'date'. The last thing she expected was for him to find her.

Swallowing, Kas tried to weave through the crowd, hoping to disappear, but her lithe frame seemed to have a terrible go at weaving through the bodies while the crowd seemed to part for the large man behind her. She hadn't even realized she was shivering when the older man she'd run into at the edge of the floor scanned her curiously. Slowly processing his words, teeth chattering. Kas managed a single plea as her eyes sparkled with the threat of tears as she pivoted to put herself behind him, one more barrier between her and her stalker. "Hide me, please. Please, need to hide."

[wxrwounds]

Slumber (for Michael x Jenna just because... nyeheheh)

Falling asleep has been one of that hardest tasks, Michael had decided to stay the night after a long day of baking but most because he heard Jenna had fallen when she’d been showering the night before, which she was sure she had confided in Noah but apparently he wanted the house to himself. Albeit, Michael was on the couch in the lounge room, Jenna couldn’t help that her mind was running. After all they’d not seen each other in years and having him tuck her in like a child was endearing.

It only seemed natural that her dreams were of him, remembering all the good times from long ago before it drifted to the really good times and she was asleep, how was she to know that she’d been moaning which could have been taken any which way but it probably didn’t help that she not too soon after uttered his name. This particular dream was of when she’d first moved in with him, Noah was staying at a friends and his father was in hospital, which meant a house to themselves and no limit on space or volume. It was a night that she often thought of when she needed a little something so it was no wonder that’s where her mind went after all the time they’d been spending together again.

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