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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."

✧   𓂅   open   to   all   .

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