( ––– && * FUCK, I NEED YOU. )

UNDERGOING FULL REVAMP[5/14/20].MUN WILL STILL WRITE USING OLD MUSES, LOCATED HERE: mn.. 18+ only, mun is 25+.NSFW & TRIGGER HEAVY.

[allthelonelymen]

sorry i’ve been absent, really just been processing everything. where i live, latino gangs are driving around trying to k*ll black people and as someone who is both black and latino, it’s been heartbreaking to witness the chaos happening between my people. i will try to get back to things soon, but right now i’m just trying to take it day by day.

[outlawiism-archived2]

fallasea‌:

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW. 

I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.

HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW. 

LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 

I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?

I’M JUST

SO SLOW

AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

[allthelonelymen]

been stuck on mobile thanks to my wifi being out. i’ll get to things as soon as my new box comes in. sorry for the delays!

[targarryen]

hey rpc can we go back to the 3 sentence starter and letting it lengthen naturally trend? para’s take forever to reply to, my threads rarely get anywhere anymore

[allthelonelymen]

connection: [tops or bottoms!] best friend, ex or some taboo shit (step-sibling, mom’s boyfriend etc). plot: they ended up sleeping together after getting stuck inside max’s apartment due to a bad storm.

      “well, that was definitely unexpected-- fantastic, but unexpected. i didn’t even know you wanted me like that.” he stated, still grinning from the amount of satisfaction that was coursing through his entire body (he could honestly sleep for an eternity after that). “let me guess, you’re gonna say this was a one-time thing, or something like that, right?”

[masongooning]

AVAN JOGIA in Twisted (2013-2014)

[svntea]

muse ↪ lachlan preferences ↪ all genders circumstances ↪ lachlan and your muse are exes that have decided to get drunk and play card games to decide how to split up all their shared belongings. do i kinda want them to bang? maybe. do i kinda want them to just suffer? also maybe. 

‘bottoms up.’ lachlan slammed back his drink and winced as it burned all the way down. he wasn’t drunk enough for this shit. in fact, he wasn’t sure if there was an accurate amount of social lubrication to make the situation okay but he sure as well was going to try. ‘how about we start off easy with… the creusets? i don’t want to resort to us throwing them at each other. if i win i get the coastal blue and and if you win i’ll take the basic bitch red one.’ god, he hated that fucking pan. if it wasn’t virtually indestructible he’d have set the thing on fire years ago. lachlan picked up his worn deck of cards and shuffled them with a flourish. ‘how bout cribbage? c’mon babe, if you manage to skunk me i’ll even let you keep the jewelry.’ realization dawned in his eyes at the petname and lachlan briefly considered if he could just set himself on fire instead. ‘fuck it, pour us another drink while i deal?’

[allthelonelymen]

       so many times they had brought up doing this, but he didn’t think they would actually go through with it. he hated that it had even come to this, but alas, here they were. playing a game of cards in order to claim belongings. it wasn’t as simple as ‘keep what you paid for’ cause with a joined account (which was one of many mistakes they made), every purchase was shared so they equally owned everything. “how about you just take the coastal blue one? you were always more partial to it anyway,” he wanted them both to leave this deal happy, and yet-- lachlan getting what he wanted mattered more to octavius than claiming anything for himself-- it was a problem he always had when it came to the other. he was about to comment on the cribbage, when the pet-name caught him off-guard. he was so tempted to smile, but instead he just nodded and cleared his throat as he got up to pour them both another drink, making his a double before he returned with both and sat down. “the bed set, i wanna play for that as well and the entertainment system.”

[allthelonelymen]

[allthelonelymen]

INTRODUCING:

      MICHAEL FORD !! maxwell’s twin brother and a major pain in his ass. he goes to school and studies photography while max is a tattoo artist. if you want something with michael or the twins, like this and i’ll reach out.

[ofxavalon-archive]

tips for interacting with a multimuse blog

NEVER BE AFRAID TO TELL US WHO YOU’D LIKE TO INTERACT WITH. 

We won’t be offended if you followed for one particular muse, we’ll just be happy you liked that one!

Understand that maybe we don’t have muse for all the muses all the time. It may take us a little bit to get back to that one particular thread

If you want to interact with EVERY SINGLE MUSE WE HAVE we also will not be upset about that

other multis feel free to add more to this

[testyrebloggy]

EDITABLE REBLOGS NOT WORKING?  WORRY NOT!

so my editable reblogs finally broke.  after doing some 2am digging,  coming up with a redundant solution,  making an  ENTIRE TUTORIAL  for said redundant solution,  and realizing it’s useless,  i’ve got the answer to the problem for everyone.  i’ve joined the xkit support discord server,  and here is what’s been said about the issue so far:

TLDR;  EDITABLE REBLOGS WON’T WORK ON ORIGINAL POSTS,  BUT IT’LL WORK ON REBLOGS WITH REPLIES.  meaning if jane posts a starter and june replies to it  without using editable reblogs,  it’ll create this trail item.  so from then on out,  you can feel free to use xkit’s extension to your heart’s content.

so if you’re getting this issue,  the solution is simple:  DON’T USE XKIT ON THE FIRST REPLY.  yes,  it’ll be ugly,  but everything will be back to normal from there :)

[obriensdineen]

[papa-evershed]

[hwob-deactivated20190729]

[allthelonelymen]

bawdyboys‌:

“Go back inside!” He yelled at his sibling after he had regained his ground. Moss was tired of this, constantly finding bruises on his brother’s body like he was a canvas for some abstract artist or something. The brunette placed a hand upon the bully’s chest. “What part of leave my brother alone do you NOT understand? Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Moss conveyed with a growl and him in the other’s face. The male tried to keep his ground as this was a serious matter no matter how much he liked the other. 

      “--and let me guess, you assume you’re someone my own size?” alex retorted before shoving the other back. “you know, maybe if your brother wasn’t picking on my sister, i wouldn’t have a reason to teach him a lesson-- but clearly no one in your own household has, so i did.” he added before arching a brow, shoulders rolling back now as he looked at the other. “go on then, do something-- i’ll happily teach you the same fucking lesson as i taught him.”

[allthelonelymen]

deadromantcs‌:

there was a smirk on well’s lips. it seemed fitting. it was a give and take situation, always had been. someone telling him that they hated him shouldn’t have brought out so much excitement but it did. and then he was pulled over and his lips were against max’s and it felt right in ways he couldn’t really explain. he just knew. there was another smirk when the other pulled away, only to tell him he hated him again before another kiss. “prove it,” he smirked, hands going to the hemline of max’s shirt, pulling it up and letting his fingertips run over delicate skin that he knew by memory. every tiny dip, every freckle. it was addicting and he knew he should want to get over that. recover from his addiction to the other but he just didn’t want to. the other’s lips felt like home in a way no one else’s did and boy, had he tried to find that feeling in countless others but this thing between them was untouchable. he bit the other’s bottom lip, teasing but still harder than he needed.

      no matter how many times he tried, he just couldn’t seem to be able to break himself free of the hold wells had on him-- it was like a spell, or rather, a curse. he couldn’t just unlearn him though, he knew him too well, knew every inch of him more than he knew his own body. how the freckles on wells’ back perfectly recreated the phoenix constellation ( which then became max’s favorite of all the constellations ) or how wells’ brows knit together whenever he’s extremely focused or determined. oh yes, he knew him-- too well and yet, not well enough to make it work. the bite to his bottom lip brought him back to reality and he was quick to take control, his hand moving from wells’ face to his neck in one easy motion before he used the other hand on his hip to guide the smaller male, slamming him against the wall behind him-- not caring if it hurt him ( he wanted it to hurt him ) and surely not caring if he neighbors heard it. “i bet you’d love that wouldn’t you?” he retorted, giving the other males’ throat a squeeze after he did so. “so why should i? why should i give you what you want?”

[allthelonelymen]

trying to work through things/keep track. currently, i am at:

20+ drafts, 5 starters, 4 inbox messages and 10+ IM’s.