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hi all, need a few days to recover from something in my personal life, but i hope yall are having a good weekend and i hope to be back soon <3

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"does that really make you feel better, stella?" evie countered with a harsh sigh. "i'm just trying to be honest with you, i'm not the relationship type. i don't know what i'm doing when it comes to that. so if you could just ease up a little, not flip me off, and talk to me, then we can just get through this amicably."

Open to: M/F/NB

Plot: Why is Stella mad at you? Maybe you had a bad breakup or maybe you're just a toxic relationship? You decide!

"Okay, that's enough. I've had it with you and all your bullshit and your excuses. So, fuck you and the car you came in on."

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"no", cassidy started, so tempted to snatch the photo away from selene's view, despite it being too late for the compliments to be rescinded. she didn't keep a lot of photos of her or her family at her apartment, but the ones she did have were before cass wasn't any bigger than a toddler. "i got that fixed with braces and a hell of a time with a retainer. i bet your baby photos aren't anywhere near as embarrassing as this."

Open to: F/NB

"Oh wow, look at how little you are. You were adorable! You even have a little gap in your teeth. Do you have any others? C'mon, I want to see. Don't be embarrassed, I'll show you a baby photo of me."

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"what did you-" evie starts, but her question's already being cut off by the purchase in question being waved in front of her. it has her eyebrows raising, but not in a bad way, as blue eyes dart between maeve and the camcorder. "it is," she agrees, and the thought of what they could film with it has her already squirming in her seat, "and you just want to be called a genius at every opportunity." at least with a tape and not a video that could be uploaded so easily to the cloud, the little shroud of privacy could still be kept in tact. that was evie's big hook up on the idea before, it was like maeve had found the solution. "do you think we could give it a test run right now? hm?" she turns a little further into the other woman, with a slight nod of her head to the camera. "see what we can do?"

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ maeve blake. 26. sa.brina car.penter. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀maeve is trying to convince your muse to make a sex tape with her. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ f/m/nb. mutuals and non-mutuals.

"i bet you can't guess what i bought at the store today." her cheeks are flushed already in anticipation of telling them, a smile painting her delicate features. "this little thing right here." maeve holds up an old fashioned video camera walking it over to them to take a look at. "we should... do that thing i've been wanting to do. i mean it's perfect for it, right? no cellphones involved." sitting down next to them she leans over to turn it on. "you can call me a genius if you want because i know you're thinking it right now, babe."

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tori looked up from her phone at the sound of the bartender addressing her, and the question was almost sad enough to be an issue. here she was, on vacation -- she claimed it to be just a work event, another gallery exhibition so her fiancé would be disinterested enough to sit this one out -- and up so late that even the staff was hoping to go home themselves. she set her phone face down, and accepted the drink with a happy hum. "thank you," the art curator replied, "and hey, i'd say your job must be...decently decent. at least at this hour." she gestured around to the almost empty scene behind her, before sparing another clever grin at the other woman. "i'm a bit of a night owl, but if you need me to go so you can close up, i can." the thought of going back to her room didn't appeal to her, but she'd slink up there if needed. "or we could pass the never-ending time together. promise i'm good company."

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ freya rhodes. 32. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ here. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ anyone. mutuals / non-mutuals welcome.

"How long you staying here for?" The blonde decided to strike up a conversation with the last person in the bar. It was 2AM, close to closing time, so she was starting to clean up her area. "Matter of fact..." Freya's words are partially mutters as she walks away mid sentence, pouring yet another drink of their choice and sliding it across the bar over to them. "This one is on the house." She smiles as she wipes at the bar table, her blue hues fixating on the attractive person in front of her. Maybe it was wrong to be flirting on the clock... but she didn't care. It was the way she racked in all of her extra tips... well, that, and the rack on her chest that she proudly displayed. "I can't believe I work where people vacation. How depressing."

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going to my med assessment for my new job <3 like this if u want me to go through your opens when i get home later!

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going to my med assessment for my new job <3 like this if u want me to go through your opens when i get home later!

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going to my med assessment for my new job <3 like this if u want me to go through your opens when i get home later!

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noelle had come to like the little gatherings that her parents threw, even if at times she felt like they were random and out of place. she chalked it up to having a lot to celebrate - noelle's promising medical career, her brother's own successful business ventures...never her brother's marriage, but that ought to be in there somewhere too, noelle figured. it wasn't that evelyn was bad. or awful. or any other unimpressed word that her parents could find for their daughter-in-law. she was just...eclectic. interesting. easy on the eyes in a way that she shouldn't be gawked at, for being her brother's wife. so on a night like tonight, with the surgeon swirling the cocktail around in her glass, she looked back at evelyn upon her approach with a raised eyebrow. "hey, i like this dress," she countered back, albeit with the tone of an offended teen, "it sounds like the punch is plenty strong, if you're making fun of a dress from boyd's." noelle held up her own glass, as if she wanted to prove to evelyn that she had good taste - both in fashion, and in alcohol. "it's a bourbon manhattan. i don't have work tomorrow, so i figured i'd splurge tonight and pay for it in the morning."

open to: w/nb plot: just an unhappily married milf who's more than happy to terrorize flirt w/ her husband's younger sibling when the opportunity strikes xox

she attended her husband's family events not only out of obligation, but largely as a matter of pride. evelyn refused to allow her in-laws the satisfaction of thinking they'd driven her off or made her self-conscious to the point of secluding herself. still, the evenings seemed to drag on after a few hours of forced smiles and niceties.... really there was only one member of her husband's family that ev looked forward to seeing, and she couldn't stop her lips from curling into a smile as she sauntered up behind them. "it's cruel enough that your mother insists on making you attend these dinners, but does she have to humiliate you further by making you dress like that??" no doubt their outfit had been of their own choosing, but she couldn't resist. "tell me what you're drinking is stronger than this watered down punch your father's made..."

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Taylor and Sabrina tonight looking gorgeous! #taybrina #taylorswift #sabrinacarpenter #taylor

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eden watched the other woman carefully as she spoke, as if she could find an answer to anything between the lines of what she wasn't saying. and granted, as much as eden was able to figure out simply by looking at josephine, a lot of it still went into the gray areas of her understanding. she spared a quick glance down to her hand, how her nails dug past the varnish and embedded themselves into what was once a smooth piece of wood, before her blue eyes made it back up to jo's. it was worlds away from a threat, an escape for maybe what she could've wanted to do to rip into her throat from the seat across, but it wasn't innocently plain enough, either. in the cold world they'd sunk themselves into, void of emotion, maybe she just needed to feel something. maybe they both did. in this game of cat and mouse, one of them always waved the white flag, and this time, it seemed simultaneous. eden's by coming here, jo's by holding her hand out.

she let out a breath of a chuckle once she retracted her nails from the table and did just that, turn her hand over to show the lines of her palm. her words echoed her body language - nobody was mad. nobody was going to threaten death upon the other. hesitantly, eden drew her hand up and over, pressing her index finger lightly into the fleshy part of the other vampire's palm. she leaned forward in her seat, so that her other hand could help prop her chin up and assist in the way she eyed her. "are you calling for a truce already, jo? cat got your tongue?" she flicked her nail once against the skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, even if she could, before her other fingers followed to lightly trace the creases of her palm. another form of their mating dance, it seemed, as eden relented a little bit more. "because i'm sorry. if that wasn't painfully clear."

she couldn't help but preen at the compliment, even if it was in poor taste. a smile, which seemed to never grace her face genuinely unless the person before her put it there, turned to dust quickly at the question. she could feel the echoing tension that seemed to surround them, and a quiet sigh, forlorn and downtrodden, could be heard. her eyes turn dark at the mention of their fight, stormy, and she cast a glance down at eden's fingers which tapped lightly against the wood. jo knew that eden's fingers could slip through the wood quite effortlessly in a show of strength if she wanted them to. forever reminded of what they were, she cast her eyes away with a soft grimace marring her features.

she could hear the pain in eden's voice but she didn't know how to mend it. she couldn't pretend that reaching out physically would soothe the pain that her absence had caused. surely it couldn't be that simple, could it? her hand fell from her jaw to the table and she caressed the wood grain beneath her fingertips until she could feel her fingernails sink quite effortlessly into it. she, who had wanted humanity back so badly that she sought out cures for the ailment of vampirism in the past, was really quite awful at being human. her strength had always been against her, and her thirst was marginally better than a new vampire - marginally better than a monster raving through the streets. she'd come to terms in the last fifty odd years with herself, but it wasn't easy and she had been left adrift without eden and without the ever present self hatred that whispered in her ear. could it really be so easy? reaching out and soothing that pain in both of them? fingernails pulling from the wood grain, leaving behind crevices about a half-inch thick, jo tried to mend what had been broken. "i don't think i was," she tried to explain, voice thickening, throat feeling like it was closing up. "angry at you, i mean. i don't think i ever was. i just..." shaking her head, her palm upturned and she waited, holding her breath to see if eden would return the favor of extending her hand.

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it would've been laughable in any other scenario, just how much of a dance the two of them were doing. without music, without motion, without much of anything other than the heat that seemed to fill the little coffee house as the two of them resumed being in orbit. everything about jo was delicious every time she got to experience it - her scent, her heartbeat, the way eden could tell by just the back of her neck that her fangs were bared behind her lips. the only disappointment was that they'd been sheathed by the time eden took her seat, leaning back in it and admiring her lover with a once-over.

"you look fit." she commented smoothly, one hand rested on the tabletop as the other remained in her lap. perfectly done nails lightly tapped against the wood, as her head tilted. "how long's it been?" she asked, though she quickly followed it up. "i mean, how long's it been since you've started avoiding me? i told you to meet me in paris when you got a grip on reality, surely you've gotten one by now." her tone is lightly accusatory, but it's mostly laced with a bit of sadness. years, she spent, waiting for josephine to break the silence. they'd always make arrangements for new places to hide out together, to pass the ever-extending misery of time and eternity together. it broke her apart every year that jo wouldn't show. she hid that behind a sneer of a tone. "are you still mad at me, darling?"

steeling herself, she watched with bated breath and intense eyes, trekking the movement of the only other predator in the vicinity. but it wasn't fear that bit at her heels and made her hesitate to get up from the table, and it certainly wasn't anger at her territory being temporarily shared by another vampire; it was none of those things. it was the hurt she still felt, and the hunger to do something more than just sit, to rise and meet her partner - this woman, who josephine had belonged to in ways that no other could understand, it was the love still blooming in her chest that made her wait. it held her in place just as it always had, just as josephine knew it always would. and she gazed upon the creature before her in an awed way, so different from the last time they saw one another, and her mouth flooded as her fangs elongated in her mouth, making her gums the slightest bit sore. it was a response to being so emotional, to feeling so surprised and jo was deeply embarrassed by it. her hand came up to hold strong to her jaw, hiding her ruby lips behind her palm, and she grimaced, fighting back for control. the cardboard cup placed delicately in the way gave jo pause and a flicker, just a flicker, of her earlier ire returned her. but she didn't lash out, instead she fought for control and swallowed down her pride and finally, finally, her fangs disappeared with a click of her jaw and she found herself marginally relaxing, no longer physically in pain. still, she didn't speak, and if she were human, her face would be ablaze with a blush, but it was instead just pained.

the only thing she could think to do was reach forward, to pull the cup towards herself, and cling to the warmth of the beverage inside, much like a human might do. she could never drink it, but eden knew how she liked to play pretend sometimes. furthermore, there was that feeling of overjoyed anticipation that overcame her, leaving her broken and raw in the face of the sudden appearance of her lover. all she wanted to do was catapult herself across the table and into eden's arms. instead, all she could do was utter a semblance of a reply: "hi eden."

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eden didn't know what it meant to leave well enough alone, especially when it came to all matters concerning josephine. they were magnetic, pulled toward one another despite the quarrels and the inkling that maybe they weren't as good for each other as they could be. where jo went, eden wanted to follow, even if it meant fangs bared and hurting words exchanged until they were both emotionally ripped apart and had to be separated. that last separation, over something stupid that the brunette could barely recall, was a hundred years ago. was that long enough to let the sting fade out? she was about to find out, as she entered the cafe with eyes glued onto the other woman's figure. eden skipped the line, glided between patrons waiting at the end of the coffee bar to pick up some random person's coffee - she wasn't going to pay for it, nor was she going to drink it, but she figured it would be nicer than showing up to her ex's table empty-handed. with an unnecessary flourish of her pea coat, the barely younger vampire sat across from her. legs crossed, cardboard cup placed between them with a simple thud. a peace offering. a beat passed before she spoke. "hi, jo."

open to f/nb muse: josephine 'jo' green , vampire, lesbian, she/her, 350+ y/o plot idea: here

the very air in the cafe seemed to shift at the door opening. her sensitive ears picked up on the sound of the tiniest shrill squeak the door made, the shifting of cloth on a body, the footsteps that made their way inside, but it was the sudden tension that seemed to crackle to life inside of her that just... she knew. she knew who it was before she ever looked up, and her dead heart seemed to break and mend itself in an instant, reforming as always even if it was silent in her chest. an unneeded breath in, a clench of her strong jaw, and she finally glanced up to put eyes on the other vampire she had not seen in a century, not since... not since their last falling out. idly, she wondered if they had come to see her once more or if this running into one another was done in some other way besides purposeful. but the last time jo had seen them, she had said, in earnest at the time, that she never wanted to see them again. it was a stalemate, a point of contention and hurt when she'd uttered those words, but... but now they were here. why were they here?

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laurel listens intently - or as intently as she can, three shots in - to thea's ranting, so glad at least someone on her team agrees that going in a different direction for her band's next album would be totally shitty. "right? like, it's not pandering or being nonsensical to just stick with what we're doing. which is making really fucking good music." laurel shakes her head. "do you know how insane i was being driven when everyone in that stupid boardroom is trying to tell me that our band needs to go more...folksy? that it would attract a bigger crowd? honestly, i think it would turn people off." her hip leans against the bar, turning more fully toward thea as it seems their ideals are aligned for once. "like, really goddamn insane. thank god someone for once listens to the hot one. what do you suggest i do, though? i can't just stroll into our next rehearsal and say i don't wanna do it. i've tried it before, those girls don't budge for anyone."

OPEN: f/nb ; no t*boo !! PLOT: your muse is famous in some way and thea's been hired by their/their employer's marketing team in an effort to convince y/m about a needed change in career trajectory ... thea runs into them at a bar and turns out she actually doesn't really agree with the data !! MUSE: theodora "thea" price, early 30s, data analyst

"and fuck! i don't mean to turn your off night into a goddamn business meeting or something but i had to tell you!" thea shrugs and shakes her head, pretty insistent on the fact that this felt like urgent matters ... at least to her. "i know i'm supposed to, you know, back up their opinion and shit and like, let me tell you — the data doesn't lie, market wise a change would be better but like ... vibes wise a change would be so lame ..." traills off, letting her unfiltered honesty linger in the air. sure, she's ambushed the poor thing at a bar, of all places, but it needed to be said! although she isn't necessarily a huge fan of theirs herself, thea can appreciate their craft, and since her work with marketing was done, she couldn't stand the thought of them coming into the office on monday morning and her data been used to turn this person's career into whack!

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"life? life is good." sam replies coolly, eyes flitting from the packed hall that had been booked for this high school reunion back to sylvia. it's hard to sit here amongst people who knew her, especially as well as the other woman did, and try to act like the life she's boxed herself into is the life she wanted to have for herself. as far as sam's concerned, it's the life she thought she deserved. "did the law school thing, passed the bar, met my husband, got married, moved across the country..." she nods her head rhythmically as she lists her accomplishments. her tone, however, sounds more bored than anything. maybe coming here without clark wasn't as genius of an idea as she painted it out to be in her head when she booked the solo flight. "happy, shiny, exciting things. or so i'm told. but c'mon, did life really end up any weirder for you than it did for me?"

open to anyone. muse: sylvia cai. 34 years old. she/her. bisexual. midwife, single mother. plot: a plot where two old flames go to a class reunion, one is unhappily married and one is hopelessly single. the flame reignites when they meet and whoops the next day they find themselves waking up in bed together.

"how has life been treating you?" after all the idle chatter she's gone through tonight this is the first conversation sylvia finds herself actually interested in having. out of everyone in the room they were undoubtedly the person she was closest to, given their relationship, and so finding out about how life has gone for them is actually something she cares about. "i know it has to be better than it's gone for me."

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laurel had a bad track record of not showing up when she needed to. whether it was being constantly late to rehearsals or sound checks with her band, it was a bad habit that she just couldn't seem to shake. that all turned on its axis once she got with daphne. an end to her 'bad girl' ways, the lead singer of her band notoriously painted it, though laurel was sure it would always exist just a little bit. what it did put an end to, the guitarist would proudly say, was that habit of not showing up. life on the road was hard, getting her schedule to coordinate with daphne's even harder, but when they did line up like tonight with tour stops in close-enough cities and off-days alternating, laurel was in the crowd with their mutual friends and singing and dancing to just about every song. the song before the last one started, and laurel made her way with her team from the audience to the small hallway backstage at the venue, waiting with open arms for the other blonde to finish and come running to her. "hi," she replied in a breath against her lips, stealing one more kiss before spinning the singer off the ground and around in a half-turn. "you kicked ass tonight, daph. and speaking of ass, yours looked ah-mazing. i'm gonna find your wardrobe people and give them a raise."

open to m/f/nb ♡ / based on this  .

the thrill of performing had never gotten old to daphne, an indescribable rush she gets from hearing thousands sing her words back to her, kind praises given by those that adore her. however, tonight the blonde is feeling even more energetic than usual knowing they are in the crowd watching. it wasn't always easy for their schedules to line up - the two always on the move, usually in opposite directions and the struggles that came with being a couple with eyes always on them certainly didn’t help but it was all worth it when they were together. another show comes to an end and with a final wave goodnight she's off the stage and headed where they were supposed to meet. she's almost giddy with excitement as eyes land on them, quick to rush past security, sounds of cheering fans drowned out with one intention only .. get to them. a smile breaks out across her face, practically throwing herself into their arms as she beams up at them. "hi." she greeted quickly, all she can manage to get out before her lips are pressing against their own.