WOUNDS FULL OF SALT

they tasted of glass shards and freshly ground coffee. hyperboles, euphemisms. broken ribs, gentle lips. far-fetched dreams. + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5499162"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); multi-muse | multi-ship | multi-fandom | independent SELECTIVE written by lara (18+)

[ambiguitics]

royal heirs were gathered in a covert island to hide from a murderous anti-monarchist group. it sounds like your typical modern royal plot, but here’s a twist: the island isn’t mainly a resort, & they weren’t sent there to get pampered. it’s a training facility that houses the world’s best secret agents, all handpicked just to teach these royals combat so they could stand a chance against their murderers.

SOVEREIGNHQS is an appless rpg sam and i are working on. give us a look, maybe? we’re currently accepting. :)

[versctle-a-blog]

random1x1plots:

muse a and muse b are randoms who get stuck in an elevator. muse a is a grumpy shit and muse b is a nervous wreck but when they start going into a panic attack, muse a tries to calm muse b down with everything that they can think of. when all fails, muse a kisses muse b and the kiss is off guard but it helps because it confuses muse b so much so there’s angst and tension and ‘why did you kiss me?’ ‘you kissed me back?’ ‘yeah but.. wow your lips are soft’ ‘and ur a good kisser’ they make out some more and it can be smut and the the elevator doors open and they both go the same way. muse a says they’re late to a possible hire interview, muse b is like ‘i have an interview too’ and you can guess that muse b turns out to be the one muse a is interviewing and muse a is all ‘hiring means i can see you again’ and it’s cliche but who cares

[artofroleplaying]

if i do not get a brotp plot i am going to murder someone…..  so if you want to rp two siblings/roommates/best friends who drink together and be each other’s wingmen and steal each other’s girls, and live in the same apartment, and fight and do sarcastic comments, and two egoistic boys and a hoard of dirty jokes and just being men and sharing porn sites and the immature penis competition and friendship and understanding each other and just lightly whispering sorry after a huge fight bc big ego/pride and omfg- contact me asap 

[maveybarrow]

I get really nervous when people are like, ‘I saw you in a trailer! I saw you on TV!’ Genuinely, my cheeks get red.

[cougarbaiit-blog]

who doesn’t love modern royalty aus :~)

“i’m a prince(ss) & you’re the daughter/son of the royal head of security but i didn’t know that until after we hooked up one night oops” au

 “i can’t believe i get to interview the royal family this is my big break but oH MY GOD why is the prince(ss) looking at me like that fml s/he’s hot” au

“we’re both royalty & our parents are pushing us into marriage & even though we’re lowkey into each other we don’t wanna give them the satisfaction” au

“i undertook a false identity to get an american college education but someone figured out my secret am i screwed or what” au

“i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince(ss) but the queen hates m oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au

“how did i end up sleeping with my hot bodyguard” au

“one day i’m on a class trip & the next i’m sneaking away from the rest of the group to hang out with a member of the royal family lol no biggie” au

[alexandras1x1]

but a plot where muse a and muse b are neighbors that sneak cute, quick glances at each other through the windows and give each other small waves when they see each other at their mailboxes, but are too afraid to talk to each other until one day a huge, huge storm hits and muse a has lost their house keys and is locked out and must go next door to muse b’s house to find refuge and they’re soaking wet from the storm and the power goes out and muse a and muse b just spend the night talking and making out and who knows !!!

[ambiguitics]

BASED ON THIS.

Agnes let out a blood-curdling scream when she saw the state of her roommate’s face, which was then human, but was now a monstrous canvas of blues, blacks, violets, and reds. “Who beat you into a bloody pulp?” Without thinking, she began to dive into the drawers for her first aid kit. “Lie on the bed.” Once she’d found the worn metal canister, she rushed to their side and continued with their fussing. “Oh, you poor thing,” she whispered softly, when she saw their split cheek up close. “You’re going to need stitches.” As a natural worrier, she was always like this whenever they came home hurt, so it wasn’t good for her heart, the fact that they were an underground fighter. // @cvsmiic

[ambiguitics]

this piece o’ trash figured it’s high time for her to contribute to the rp community, so she presents to you, 133 gif icons of the beautiful, beautiful logan lerman, all sized 80 x 80 ! the original gifs were sourced from a great gif hunt compiled by gracrps [x], as well as from lovely gifsets made by pornoposey [x][x][x][x] and margaretqualleydaily [x]. all props for the original gifs go to their respective makers, so please don’t claim them as your own. a like/reblog would be greatly appreciated ! you can find the gifs [ HERE ]. 

[ambiguitics]

BASED ON THIS. 

When Renee awoke that day, she felt sore from head to toe. Her throat felt dry. She couldn’t move her neck from the odd angle she had slept on. Groggy half-lidded eyes turned the size of the moon once she realized she was not in her room. A sharp profanity pierced out from her lips once she realized her wrists and ankles were bound by thick rope. Not a single breath passed when she heard a pair of footsteps approaching her. “Who are you?” she spat. “What do you want?” Her voice was outraged, lethal. “You won’t get away with this. Once my family notices I’m missing, they’ll deploy the whole Monegasque police force to find me! And once they do, I can guarantee you a slow and torturous death.” // @cvsmiic

[ambiguitics]

BASED ON THIS. 

When the model he’d taken to bed stormed out his penthouse suite, she yanked the door with such a force that Lucas felt it was going to fall from its hinges any minute. The anger stemmed from his fake wife walking into them while they were having sex. Adding to everyone’s surprise was said fake wife downright accusing them of adultery. The two women resorted to a cat fight, which Lucas managed to stop, but not without earning an elbow strike square on his jaw. He could already feel it starting to bruise. “Alright,” his deep voice broke cleanly into the room’s awkward silence. “What’s gotten into you?” He was curious, not angry, since he’d known her long and well enough to care for her more than some one-night stand. // @cvsmiic 

[ambiguitics]

BASED ON THIS. 

“Me, jealous?” She was looking at him as if he had just said something utterly preposterous. He’d been getting her to talk for a while now, but she never opened her mouth to him until now. “Have I gotten smaller, or has your head grown bigger? I’m not jealous -- why would I be?” Renee could play nonchalant all she wanted, but her manner could not hide the fact that she really was jealous -- jealous of his new leading lady, who had an annoying tendency of draping every gangly limb she had around him, even when the cameras weren’t rolling. If the Princess of Monaco weren’t hiding in the set under the guise of his personal secretary, she would have challenged the actress into a fight by now, and given her a taste of her judo black belt. But alas, she could never risk to expose her identity, and so all Renee could do was seethe in one corner. If her parents knew she had not ended ties with him, they would throw a fit. // @attentiion

[akanesource]

adelaidekane  No bummer summer 🌞

[capricornwrites-deactivated2018]

swingsetindecember:

where one person is actually famous and sets up a dating account with their real picture and the other sees it and is like, oh dude you are not fooling anyone with that picture (because srsly trying to catfish someone with a really famous person is hilarious and cute because the profile also had some really dorky info about liking model trains and farmers’ markets) cue an online romance and when they actually meet the other is pissed because DUDE YOU’RE THAT FAMOUS PERSON and the other is like, yeah, i mean, i thought you knew…

[ambiguitics]

She used to be a freelance artist -- a painter who set up shop in sidewalks and city parks, wasting away her talent to do rough portraits of tourists, all for a quick buck. But then, the Second World War broke, and her little business crumbled with the occasional building that toppled from an air bomb. No one really wanted to purchase art when everyone barely had enough money for a loaf of bread. No one wanted to have their portraits done when a loved one was for forced to offer up their life, dreams, and aspirations as damage control for a war their own elected leaders started. Never had Evie thought she’d resort to this, but soon enough, she started selling her body as a means of survival. Prostitution was a legal and booming business in WW2, what with the war bringing droves and droves of military men starved from a woman’s touch. Evie preferred it over the confining life of a factory worker, and it was a good enough job to pay the bills. It didn’t take her long to gain regulars. She had an allure to her that made it easy to have paying men begging at her feet.

Waiting languidly against a pillar, Evie saw them pour into the brothel in flocks. By them, I meant the military men -- all rambunctious, arrogant, and proud -- dressed to impress in their military frocks. Evie pushed her breasts up so their tops spilled from her awfully tight corset, which their madame required her to wear ( as if her waist wasn’t naturally tiny enough ). She then raised a compact mirror to her face and touched up her lipstick, a vivid Ravish Me Red -- a shade of red, which in her time, the prudish could never dare wear out in public. She clicked the compact shut with the puckering her lips. With a sheer stroke of luck, she was able to catch the eye of one of the tall, handsome fellows who had just come in. She brought out her most enticing smile. Batted her lashes for effect. Hithered him over with a manicured finger. She looked like a nymph on the outside, but all she really cared for was that he paid well enough for a day’s meals. // @athamc

[nadiahilker]

post break-up au

[alcohxlics-deactivated20180920]

nadiahilker:

i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? 

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do 

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late 

you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too

we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests 

cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me

or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)

i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with

i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense

are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?

i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive

i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!

roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride 

instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)

i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it) 

you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital 

soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it 

you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place

we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt 

[britishtinyblog]

Tom Holland outside the film set for the new ‘Spider Man, Far From Home’ in Hertfordshire, UK | July 2018

[julietcapulct]

greek mythology modern au where a young agent (codename: persephone) is tasked by her mother figure and mentor ‘demeter,’ who raised her among a group of female spies, to infiltrate and destroy the underground crime ring known as the underworld, run by a man who is only known by the name of hades. flanked by his men, he rules the city from below while his brothers run their own territories, stories of their work a kind of nightmare to listen to. persephone’s task is simple—— to bring him down by any means necessary. even if they fall for each other in the process.