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"don't think that i don't totally see what you're doing here." one thing about lucia, is she's relentless. "we're seriously doing this right now? you're trying to flip this whole thing on me." a dramatic eye roll follows. "i mean, sure, some of your writing put me to sleep, but this lucy character really reeled me in. great job on the name choice, by the way. incredibly subtle."
he has to bite back a frustrated groan, because of course she wouldn't be able to just let this go. "it's not a lie, lucia." lie and deflect, sean. "you do realize you just admitted to having read it though, right? i thought you said my books were boring airport reads."
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once the drinks were flowing, it coaxed the blonde's tongue to loosen if only just a tinge. that awkward aura that encapsulated her would unfortunately never fade. a playful chuckle slipped from pillowy lips as the flirtation steered forward. cerulean hues eyeing the woman's figure as her own hips swayed in a hypnotizing rhythm. it wasn't like mila to be so daring with her words, and she could tell that she took even allison by surprise. "you flatter me." dainty hand waved in the air in a teasing manner. then there was that pout that she couldn't resist. oh, this woman would be the death of her. "well, you look lit-" of course, the embarrassing compliment came tumbling out. did people even use that word anymore? "literally so hot." she recovered from the slip-up, digits brushing along the other's arm. "don't give me that look. you know you're the most beautiful one in the room. i mean, have i looked away once?"
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Alison was certainly surprised by the other woman's words. She was certainly surprised to hear those words from her but Alison had an intriguing and mischievous smile on her face as she admired the other for a moment. "Believe what you want darling but I am telling you the truth. Why would I want to be all dolled up if I didn't want your attention. " She responded to her with a slight smirk. For a moment Alison stayed silent and continued to dance silently. She didn't say anything to her until her next words. "And yet you haven't said anything about how beautiful I look tonight. Or how much you love this dress on me. " She gave a pout as she said that. Although Alison had felt the other woman's eyes on her for some time now and had very much enjoyed the attention on her there was something else that she would rather do.
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"you're absolutely insane, you know that?" despite her immense embarrassment, somehow she could still produce a laugh. a lasting impression was made, that's for sure. "most guys would literally be running in the other direction right now." a dramatic groan left her lips, though a smile found a way to grace angelic features. "you'd really still take me out, huh? not afraid that you'll be on cleanup duty again?" the tease was followed by a playful bump to his arm. "i wouldn't mind a redo."
𐔌 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ˚ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ open ͏ ͏ ͏͏ for ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ₊ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ males ͏ ͏ ͏͏ / ͏ ͏ ͏͏ females ͏ ͏ ͏͏ / ͏ ͏ ͏͏ nb 𐔌 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ˚ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ based ͏ ͏ ͏͏ on ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ₊ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ linked ͏ ͏ ͏͏ here
❝ regardless of you crying and throwing up , like , everywhere , ❞ has to pause as he’s living the horrors of the night before in his mind , only for a smile to produce across his features at the entertainment that he was provided ( except for the cleanup duty that followed ) , ❝ i think it’s safe to say i’ve seen the worst parts of you . and yes , that’s still enough for me to wanna take you out . i’ll get over it . ❞
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eyes widened as they fixed on the picture, hands hesitantly gripping the device. the identical angry red markings were unnerving, to say the least. were they being picked off one by one? but how? how could this even be possible? "they look like claw marks..." the observation rolled off her tongue, disbelief laced in her tone. "i won't even begin to pretend like i know what this means, key." there was really no plausible explanation. "you said this happens when you're sleeping? you woke up with those marks?"
open ͏ ͏ ͏͏ for ͏ ͏ ͏͏ * ͏ ͏ ͏͏ all ͏ based on a nightmare on elm street
Fear appeared on Keyla's fine features as she looked at the pictures on her phone that a friend had sent her. There was a dead body of a mutual friend with strange marks on his body. They looked like the scratch on her thigh that Keyla had woken up with. "Look at this," she said, handing the phone to the person next to her. "What does that mean?"
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"you don't seriously expect me to believe that, do you?" the similarities in question were a little too coincidental. "i'm going to need you to be honest with me here or at least come up with a better lie. which will it be?"
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"it's not —— they're not based on you." except yeah, the love interest in his newest novel is kind of (completely) based on them. "are there a couple of similarities? sure. but i came up with that character all on my own."
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there was a silence that loomed like a heavy storm cloud, as she chose her words carefully. the bomb she was about to drop wasn't necessarily a believable one. hell, she probably wouldn't believe it either. "if i told you that i know something bad is going to happen tonight, would you believe me?" slowly, her gaze lifted to meet nata's. "i know it sounds insane, but i swear i wouldn't make this up."
brows knit together in confusion , the question catching her off guard. ‘ maybe? ’ words leave lips unsure but quickly shifts into a more confident tone. ‘ actually yeah, if i could stop it why not? if it means like helping someone or .. something. ⸻ what's going on ? ’
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open for: anyone
plot: based on smile 2.
muse: mila franco, actress, twenty-six, she/her.
assume any connection!
the mind could be a pretty terrifying place, thoughts swirling that there was no escaping. lately, nothing but twisted images were plaguing her at every turn. if she wasn't careful, this mental break could land her on page six or even worse. the latter was something she couldn't stomach thinking about. "i know you're probably wondering why i called you here so late." there was an awkward pause, shifting uncomfortably from her spot on the couch. sleeves tugged to the palm of her hands, desperate to find an ounce of comfort. "truth is, i don't even know what's real anymore." as the words fell, mila knew how ominous they sounded. she didn't know how else to convey what the hell was happening when she wasn't sure herself. "if i tell you something crazy, you wouldn't judge me, right?"
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open for: anyone
plot: based on totally killer / time cut.
muse: carmen sanchez, personal assistant, twenty-four, she/her.
assume any connection!
"if you knew something bad was going to happen, would you stop it?" there was a certain weight to her words that only she knew the gravity of. a constant tug-of-war in her mind about whether it was safe to disrupt the time-space continuum. when it came to the matter of life or death, it didn't seem as though there was much of a choice. "something catastrophic."
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breath hitches in her throat upon observing the three angry red scratches along his back. they were identical to the painful marks etched across her stomach, proof that this was no coincidence. but how in the hell could they both be experiencing the same realistic nightmare? "jesus..." the words break off her tongue in a strangled gasp, shaky hands ghosting over the marked area. new dismay churns in her gut. this can't be happening. "can i ask you something?" lucia is almost too afraid to let the question slip in fear that the weight of reality would sink in and take her by force. hesitantly, digits pull back from finn's flesh, opting to grip at her sleeves for a sense of comfort. "the guy in your dream...the one who did this...what did he look like?"
as lucia spoke , finn could feel himself grow colder and colder . he tugged on his sweater sleeves and hugged himself as she spoke . he's been having similar dreams for two consecutive nights . he's sitting in front of lucia now because he had to call out of work due to his nights of restless sleep . he shook his head quickly and spoke quickly . " no , i don't think you're crazy ... can i show you something ? " he stood and slowly lifted the hem of his sweater . on his back were three red scratches . " i don't know if i should feel better that i'm not alone or worse that this is actually happening ... "
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this was the only day of the year when it was deemed acceptable to scare the living daylights out of others for amusement. carmen was no stranger to pulling a jumpscare, especially when it would illicit such a strong reaction from the blonde. however, enough time had passed in her dark hideaway, and she was growing frustrated that her friend hadn't found her. features contorted in confusion, hearing the distant chatter. "daph, who the hell are you-" words caught in her throat as she bounded the corner, catching a glimpse of the daunting presence. inching forward cautiously, digits grasped at the fabric of daphne's shirt from behind, tugging her backward. "were you expecting someone else?"
OpenStarter; Muse: Daphne Harlow Plot: Based on the Halloween films Connection: Daphne & a friend are supposed to be meeting to go to a Halloweeny event. Your muse can be the masked figure OR the friend/partner/lover appearing late only to find a creeper in the house! Honestly, anything goes!
The eerie scrape of the back door creaking open sent a jolt through her, making the blonde whirl on the worn soles of her scuffed sneakers. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, a wild rhythm of alarm. "Jesus." A breathy sigh of agitation tumbled past paled petals as she scowled at the looming masked figure suddenly framing the doorway. Dark shadows cast ominous shades around them. "There you are!" Daphne snaps, arms lifted to cross as she shifts into an annoyed stance. "I've been calling you, dude! You're late-" Bright hues dwindled to peer at her phone. "-we're going to miss everything! And why are you wearing that ridiculous mask? We agreed on no costumes!"
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the setting before her was quite comical, to say the least. one could only presume, it was the holiday that brought mischief out in others. halloween seemed to be the only holiday where stealing was perceived as a harmless act. how else was anyone supposed to hoard candy when people were downright stingy? laughter trickled from the younger's lips, analyzing how the woman clutched onto the bowl of goodies for dear life. "you've got to be shitting me, right?" amusement crossed over her features while a dainty hand motioned to the plastic bowl. "you just had to steal from the house with the world's worst candy!" the latina's head shakes before unexpectedly taking a seat beside the stranger. she figured the offer of the sucker was a silent invitation. "i managed to get a few scraps from a few houses down." swinging her crossbody into her lap, she opened the contents revealing a few pieces of chocolate and pixie sticks. how she got so lucky with overprocessed goods was a mystery, but she wouldn't complain. "i'll trade a snickers for a dum dum."
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maybe it wasn't all that ethical , but those ' please take two pieces of candy ' houses were a bunch of idiots anyway . besides , lydia could use a new mixing bowl . even if it was plastic and had cat ears . at least it was a black cat . once she felt she was far enough from the home and all the trick or treaters , she lowered herself on the steps outside a local bar and started shifting through the goods ( the variety pack candy that was dumped in the bowl ) . " sugar free ? " because of course it was . with a sigh she ripped the wrapper off and popped the sucker into her mouth . when the shadow of another obstructed what little light she was getting she slowly glanced up, clutching the candy bowl just a little tighter in her lap . " finders keepers , but if you're nice to me i might let you have a sugar free dum dum . "
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i owe quite a few replies that i'll be getting to late next week. i'm going on vacation, so i shall be mia until then!
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i really need a “you used to be my babysitter and although you were the worst babysitter alive (letting me stay up late, eating cake for dinner, watching rated r movies with me and helping me hide the ceramics we broke) i was practically in love w/ you and told you that i was gonna be your bf/gf someday. you would always just laugh and say that i was too young. WELL i’m older now and we just got matched on tinder/my parents just invited you to my birthday party/etc !!!” plot so hmu
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so you and i are best friends, constant sleep overs, always running errands together and sometimes when we get really drunk or high, we fuck but we never talk about it and now it’s really getting to me because i like how you kiss me and i like our sex and i like spending time with you but do you feel the same way? should i stay quiet just so i can keep kissing you and fucking you? hold on, did you just say you like someone that’s not me?
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— ☆ gimme a plot where muse a and muse b have been broken up for a little while, but one day muse a asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and they need muse b to pretend they're still together and go to some family event with muse a. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless
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