abysmxls

❞ it's the same old story, it starts with a 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟 and ends with the murder of the very person you should love the most, ❞ MUMU 25+written by jay they/them/theirs

[abysmxls]

i am still so fucking sick and in pain. i'll be creeping for a while longer. hmu if anyone wants to plot or remind me of things i owe lol.

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[myriadxofxmuses]

send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours. mady & ducky or jp & ducky

From X

( @abysmxls )

[txt: 🦆] Will you stop moping around and just CALL him?!

[txt: 🦆] I have a client that I can fix you up with to take your mind off things. What'd you say?

[txt: 🦆] Matter of fact fuck JP if he can't see what he's missing out on by leaving you. His loss. You're a catch Duck.

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[txt: Ducky] I know you said to lose your number, but can we meet up? Please. I have good news.

[txt: Ducky] I'm sorry.

[txt: Ducky] Can we try and make it one last time?

[myriadxofxmuses]

send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours. ethan & anora or jp & anora

From X

( @abysmxls )

[txt: Illy] Alright, fine. You fucking win alright. I LIKE YOU. Happy?

[txt: Illy] I lied.

[txt: Illy] I love you.

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[txt: Illy] Did you fucking tip off the cops about my run because I helped Charlie at the diner instead of hanging out with you?!?! What the fuck Anora?! That's not cheating!!!! SHE'S MY SISTER!!!

[txt: Illy] Next time you decide to fight a girl for bumping into me, I'm not bailing you out next time.

[txt: Illy] I'm gay

[abysmxls]

@reevezs

[abysmxls]

Madison / Luda Cont. @myriadxofxmuses

Lu's not sure she's ever had a real friend. She had something with Olivia, her twin, but friendship was certainly not the word for it. They both hated each other in ways that could only have originated in love.

She's not ashamed to admit she's jealous of Madison, ( the parents, the brother, the easy smile despite the world falling all around them ) but Luda would never let that jealousy taint the closest thing to a friendship she's ever had. She was good at compartmentalizing. Maybe that's also why she was good at acting.

A hand reaches out to push Madison by the shoulder and knock her back against couch. "No! I'm not trying to win a Razzie..." There was a hint of real concern in Lu's expression but she wiped it away quickly. "It's not me.. it's... come on Madison... this script is what grandma's watch on Lifetime Monday night."

Despite the good projects she'd been attached to there were always a few stinkers along the way. And this one... it was certainly going to leave a bad smell.

"I want a cigarette." And it was up to Madison to stop her. Lu had taken up smoking for her last role and was still struggling to let it go.

[innxcentfaces]

@abysmxls

There was some sort of a strange thing going on where Ember felt like an idiot for showing up to this prestigious woman's door like this, but she was also doing it because she knew that she was an idiot. At least, in this stuff. So, after several long minutes of psyching herself up, fluffing her hair, and other general procrastinative primping, she'd finally knocked. The moment it swung open, she didn't even give her nerves a chance and instead held out the invitation to the fundraiser with both hands, presenting it with all do pomp. "Wanna come to a party with me and be my brain?"

[abysmxls]

Valerii was on administrative leave after firing her service weapon in the field. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd done the right thing--suspects returned to the scene of the crime all the time and she'd worked this job long enough to trust her gut. She'd been photographing blood stains when heavy footsteps alerted her to an uninvited presence and Val's finger had been on the trigger by the time the hooded stranger appeared around the corner.

She was sitting at the bar in her kitchen drinking an old red and scrolling Insta on her ipad. The knock at the door had her rolling her eyes and calling out, "It said leave at the door." What was the point of putting in directions if these assholes never read them. Valerii put her drink down and walked to the door. The irritation in her face softened slightly when she realized it wasn't the ubereats guy.

After a moment she leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. "What kind of party?" She ignored the paper in Ember's hands, preferring to hear from squirming blonde herself.

[femalestunning]

ellefanning: ✨Rhinestone Cowgirl✨

[myriadxofxmuses]

ツ madison & maddox

@abysmxls from X

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[txt: 🦆] YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

[txt: 🦆] Sorry for yelling, but you will NEVER GUESS!

[txt: 🦆] Remember the audition I had a few months back for the tv show?

[txt: 🦆] They just called me back and I GOT THE ROLL!!!

[txt: 🦆] Get ready. We're going out to celebrate.

[scanlenseliza]

Do you really want to be my secretary?

SECRETARY (2002) dir. Steven Shainberg

[submissiveness]

secretary (2002) dir. steven shainberg

[reevezs]

Will I come off as a creep if I tell you to order a drink?

Ria's stomach and heart performed a synchronized somersault when she stopped herself from an overly emotional "you could never come off as one!" She shook her head with a smile that turned into a sweet giggle when he justified his recommendation.

"I'd love to try it, then. Actually, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you for advice because this is the first time I see most of these names," she admitted, tapping the menu with her finger. Trying something new was always exciting for Ria; she loved food and the idea of getting a step closer to Tad and his culture through Filipino cuisine.

At least she didn't have to pretend, act like someone else, when she was around him. She felt safe admitting that their worlds differed and it didn't feel like a trap whenever she wanted to open up, because if she were to pick one thing that she never had any trouble with, it was being unabashedly herself. Tad allowed that freedom, and she was hoping he would stay.

"My dad makes great Pineapple Cheese Casserole," she said. "And my mom loved Banana Ham Toasts. My tastebuds are genetically predisposed to experiments and unusual tastes." Her confident, beaming smile was enough to camouflage the ridiculousness of the examples she gave him. "Do you have any favorites I should try?"

[abysmxls]

He'd take her request for a recommendation as a positive. Hell, on a woefully bad date his companion had ordered chicken tenders and made passive aggressive comments about the smell of everything else in the restaurant. They still had sex at the end of the night ( he's not a morally strong man ) but there was never a second date. "Let's build you a flavor profile," He joked with a boyish smile. Tad was taking this as a challenge to pick her the perfect meal. He wanted a second date with Ria. And a third, a fourth, hopefully many more after. "What do you like to eat?"

Hearing the words 'pineapple' 'cheese' and 'casserole' in a row caused his lip to turn in thought. His initial reaction was surprise but the more he thought about it the dish... kind of made sense. It'd be a rich combination of sweet and savory.

"That depends on how much heat you can handle." There was more than a little flirtation in his words. He leaned over and pointed to an entree at the top of her menu. His slender finger pulled back slowly once her eyes landed on the suggestion. "I like it pretty hot. So I'd recommend their Ginataan Na Sugpo." Tad's Filipino was as strong as his English and he could switch between them perfectly.

Though he was confident Tad never took himself too seriously. He hoped his flirting conveyed that. He hate coming off as one of those podcast alpha male bros.

[myriadxofxmuses]

He didn't have time to hide the astonishment at her willingness to not only accept his challenge, but to counter it with her own. The way his smile snaked upward was enough of an acceptance. It was on. "I should probably warn you," he started as he checked his watch, noting the time. "I don't know the meaning of regret. I hope you're ready," he told her honestly, taking his refilled drink and downing it - making it a point to keep their eyes locked the entire time. He was going to make her eat her words by the end of the night. At least he was going to try.

Ethan ordered yet another round as she once more tried to keep circumvent his questions. Which, if was being honest, was a very smart move. But she had slipped up and gave him a crucial piece of leverage being 'just some bitch at the bar'. "That explains why you look like you don't belong here," he told her with a purse of his lips as if what she'd said was nothing - and to him it was. He slipped a generous tip the bartender's way when he saw her stumble. Josh always was a man's man. "Most of the girls that come here have daddy issues. Not mommy issues," he lied effortlessly. All of them had issues. Of every kind. "Don't worry. My mom's a bitch too," he joked without an ounce of jest in his voice.

He nodded in silent thanks as they were handed their third set of drinks and chose to sip this one. She was already doing herself in with the shot she stole from the poor sucker sitting next to her. Despite the man's look of incredulity, Ethan was sure that this chick was probably the hottest thing to ever give him an ounce of attention, even if it was to steal his booze. He snickered at his misfortune as he watched the scene unfold.

"The fuck you laughin' at, asshole?"

"Sounds like I'm laughing at a broke bitch," he told him calmly.

"If I'm such a broke bitch, then why is your girl havin' to steal shots?"

The audacity that this dickhead to even think he could hold a candle to Ethan made his blood boil. He clenched his jaw and stared him down, desperately fighting off the intrusive thought to show him just how wrong he was - a broken piece of his drinking glass sufficient enough to make it the last assumption he'd ever make.

"What makes you think she's my girl? She's just some bitch at the bar," he started countering as he got up from his seat, extra angry now that he wouldn't get to see her reaction to using her words against her. He pulled out his wallet and took out a hundred, making his way over to the man. "But since you're so fucking butt hurt that she swindled you out of a shot, here. Let me pay for your next few rounds," he went on, slapping the bill to the bar. "Because I'm a gentleman and like to buy my bitches drinks," he added spitefully just before her he took hold of the man's head and slammed it against the bar's counter.

[abysmxls]

My mom's a bitch too.

That time she did roll her eyes. Even if Anora hadn't been lowkey stalking him she would've felt the mommy issues radiating off him from her first step into the bar. It was that quiet sort of rage. It meant he was someone who was good at holding their anger in a way Anora had never been.

But the comment Ethan spat at the other guy had Illy snort in amusement. It caught her off guard. Not a lot of people did that. Anora really did want to see what Ethan was about to do but as he walked away from her she realized just how fucking bad she had to pee. She began to leave the table, turning quickly back to grab her drink and take one last sip. Ethan was just about to close the gap between him and the stranger and Anora wondered if the cops would be here by the time she came back--That wouldn't exactly be good for her, with her record, but Illy didn't worry about stuff like that.

She stumbled her way into a stall and had the longest piss of her life. She didn't look too long at the face reflecting back to her in the bathroom mirror and the next thing she knew she was back in the bar bumping into a forgotten Hemsworth brother. "Cunt," She hissed to him in irritation as she tried to steady herself against the wall. His hand was on her shoulder assisting her in remaining upright and she looked at him with narrowing eyes. He's pretty fucking lucky that she catches sight of Ethan across the room and Illy starts to remember what she was doing before her bladder distracted her.

Fuck it.

Illy loosens the tension in her body and instead of trying to get away from the stranger's hold she's leaning into it. "Maybe look where your going next time." She recommends. Ethan was far enough away that it probably didn't matter what they were talking about. All he would see is the woman who got bored of him and found something better to entertain her.

Anora leans in closer to speak into his ear. "And don't put your hands on me unless you're planning to fuck me." For his part, Hemsworth was surprised by the forwardness and seemed unsure how to react.

But he didn't take his hand away from her shoulder.

[luminxries]

in all her childhood, she has not imagined the selfishness of a home for just two. the luxurious feeling of space that was hers alone to occupy with thought, decision. her world had been to share with others, to sacrifice. now, there was only calamity standing in their home. space in her kitchen for the boxes of belonging they owned.

"you have so much." there's still some measure of wonder to her voice, after all this time. she, who'd never had a bank account or a washing machine. she, finally blessed with those comforts of flesh-bound life. for now. "have you chosen an office?"

[abysmxls]

they had not been scared away by the blood shed in this home, nor did they ask the realtor for the details. the two of them may be stronger than they were but there was no point in igniting the ghosts of their imagination with something that had happened so long ago.

most of his boxes were filled with books, movies, manuscripts. it was these things alone that had kept his mind from running rabid with the thoughts that had previously consumed him. "no more than i need." he declared with a wink.

cal stepped up to the floor length windows that looked in their backyard. the house wasn't too big, but the property was large thanks to the overgrown garden. "i was actually thinking of taking the green house. i know it's kind of rough but with a little elbow grease..."

he was quick to turn back to her, reaching towards her hand with his own longer fingers. "i'll clean out the shed, first." cal assured her, despite the many times he's made such assurances regarding chores. but this time would be different--everything was different here. "so you can work on the garden as soon as you like."

[myriadxofxmuses]

Four fucking days. It had been four days of trekking through the wastes to get here, and Dixon had the gall to make him wait even longer. It wasn't like John-Paul had all fucking day. He needed to get back with the caps so the Khans could start the next batch of rocket and mentats for him. That shit didn't just make itself. Especially at the rate The Tops needed them.

But at least there was good music and Dixon had been kind enough to let him drink on the house while he waited - the least he could do in compensation for the inconvenience. (If the Chairmen were anything, they were gentlemen, he'd give them that. Their hospitality sure was tops.) He sipped on his beer, listening to Bruce sing, letting his mind and his gaze wander to the stage - wondering how a guy like him ended up with a guy like Eddie.

The warning jarred his thoughts back to reality and he didn't have time to fight the scoff that escaped him. "Fuck Eddie," he mumbled under his breath before he could catch himself, lucky there hadn't been a Ganger listening. Once he realized he didn't recognize the voice, his attention was finally pulled from Bruce. "I wasn't staring," he lied in correction, as he gave the man a once over, finishing off his beer. He was definitely handsome. Fuck Eddie and fuck Bruce. "But even if I was, I've seen Eddie. I'm not worried," he told him confidently, silently thanking him for the drink.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he started as he took a drink of the newly opened beer. God damn was it good. This man had taste. "But you seem a little too 18 karat to know Eddie," he went on honestly. "Mind if I ask how that came about?" he asked of his connection to the Powder Ganger.

[abysmxls]

the reply amused ducky and it was clear in his expression. he held his hands up in to appease the stranger. "hey, don't shoot the messenger." maddox was no fan of eddie's and if some tall dark and handsome stranger wanted to free bruce from that relationship, he wasn't gonna stand in the way. "i'd just hate seeing a face as pretty as yours get messed up." his words were less a flirtation than a simple fact. although they were nothing more than strangers in a bar it would make maddox sad to see such a sight.

maddox accepted the chipped bottle as it was placed in front of him. he liked the feel of the glass against his palm. like the rocks he collected from the shore. there was a clear difference in their walks of life from the way they spoke. while maddox droned in an even, almost methodic-tone heavy with frequent sarcasm, the stranger's voice was almost sing-song and ducky got caught on the flowery expressions. why did the guys from the strip love talking in riddles?

"i don't have to be some kind of scab to like good music." ducky justified his interest in the club. but he didn't mind providing a little backstory. in fact, he always tried to get the word out about the followers of the apocalypse; remind the world that there were still people trying to save it. "i get around checking on different followers outposts. i might as well experience the nyc a little while i'm here, right?"

he took a long sip of the drink in his hand and then added, "i assume you're here for some nefarious purpose involving chems, caps and, or, murder?" that was the only reason you'd see someone from the strip around here. not that ducky was judging.

[reevezs]

@abysmxls

[abysmxls]

considering changing jordan's fc... i have sentimental attachment to it but the resources don't fit the current vibes of the chara.. she's grown... evolved... i gotta rep her accurately.