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I apologize to anyone I wrote with for my absence.
A lot of things in my life have not exactly been… okay, to say the least. I am still around, but my writing has kind of become scarce and I find myself lacking muse. Not to mention I’m a bit of an emotional wreck. I will mainly just be lurking and doing drabbles. I will do some rp with those wanting to, but just a heads up on my availability. ))
Send me 🚢 if you would be interested in shipping our muses.
This or That?
Give my muse two things to choose from. They can only pick one! “Both” does not count!
Atticus could feel her concern grow as she questioned him more. But he was more surprised by the fact that he just said one of the craziest things imaginable in this situation with a straight face and not be asked to leave. He began to answer her questions one by one. “No… the archangel spirit is currently in a sort of comatose state. It’s healed for quite a while, but I only get small inklings of its power.. and it’s rare. I have lost… years upon years of time in my world. The celestial realm time flow is different from others. As for if I’m still okay with it happening to me… I honestly wish that it never happened, and that my predecessor had it. I don’t think I deserve it.”
His eyes widened a bit at her last couple questions. “That really depends. I have my students back in my world, so… I suppose they can handle things for a while. This little adventure I put myself on is more me.. finding myself. So I plan on staying a while.”
Dez nodded her head slowly. It was a lot to take in, but he didn't seem to be unhappy.. And her biggest focus was that he didn't seem like he needed to go back immediately so she could at least lower her walls a little bit and become his friend. Her features warmed as she took his hand and squeezed it. "Good.. I'd like to get to know you better." She then let go of his hand as she relaxed. "So you said your students? Are you a teacher where you're from?" Clearly she not only believed him, but she was interested in what he had to say and was invested in the things he was talking about. She wanted to know more and know about him as much as possible.
Atticus looked stunned somewhat as she held his hand. She was still taking this rather well. But he chuckled at the question. “More like a mentor in a way. A mentor to five of the best suited individuals I could find at the time. Though I feel like there are much more people like them… they are special. I guide them in their magics and life as they go through their struggles.”
He truly loved his boys very much. One thing was for certain, if it wasn’t for them, he would have been lost awhile back. “Though sometimes my boys teach me a thing or two. I could not be any more proud than I already am.” He said with a prideful smile. “I feel you would like them all in fact.”
𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 – 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
(slurred honesty, trembling hands, and the kind of truths that only spill when the world is blurry)
𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
“I didn’t mean to call you… actually, no. I did. I just shouldn’t have.”
“Why does it hurt more when I’m sober? At least like this I can pretend.”
“I keep trying to forget you. But tonight? You’re all I remember.”
“I said I’d moved on. But look at me — I’m still falling apart.”
“Tell me you miss me too… just lie to me for one night.”
“If I start crying, don’t you dare walk away.”
“I tried to drink you out of my system. It didn’t work.”
“Please… just stay until the room stops spinning.”
𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞
“I shouldn’t be saying this, but you ruined me. Completely.”
“You were supposed to stay. Why didn’t you stay?”
“I wish I hated you. It would make this easier.”
“Don’t look at me like that — like I’m something to save.”
“I’m tired of pretending I’m fine. I’m not.”
“You don’t get to walk back into my life like nothing broke.”
“You’re the reason I drink, you know that?”
“I shouldn’t want you here… but I do.”
𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫-𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬
“I thought if I numbed it, the past would stop clawing at me.”
“I still hear your goodbye every time I close my eyes.”
“Why didn’t you fight for me?”
“I know I messed up. I just don’t know how to fix it anymore.”
“I keep imagining what we could’ve been.”
“Tell me… was any of it real?”
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I know that now.”
“I didn’t lose you. I threw you away. And I hate myself for it.”
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬
“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll say things I can’t take back.”
“If I kiss you right now… will you stop me?”
“I’m drunk, not stupid — I know you still care.”
“You’re the only person I want to see when I’m like this.”
“Sit with me. Please. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“Can you just… hold me? Just this once.”
“I shouldn’t tell you this, but gods, I miss you.”
“If I pass out, promise you won’t disappear.”
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
“Ignore everything I said earlier. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore.”
“Yeah, I’m drunk. But that doesn’t make the truth less real.”
“I didn’t call anyone else. Just you.”
“I need you. And I hate that.”
“Can you come get me? I don’t trust myself alone.”
“If I show up on your doorstep, promise you won’t slam the door?”
“I miss your voice. Say something. Anything.”
“I know you’re angry… but I’m not hanging up until you talk to me.”
𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞
“You don’t have to forgive me… just listen.”
“I can’t forget what I did. I just wish you’d tell me it didn’t ruin everything.”
“If I hurt you, I need to hear it from you. Not from my guilt.”
“Stay until morning. Let me face this with you.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you anymore.”
“I’m sorry. Not the drunk kind… the real kind.”
“When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll still want you here.”
“If this is goodbye, let me remember how your voice sounds.”
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
Atticus couldn’t help but blush a bit at being called a god. “Well… more like I’m housing a celestial spirit. They call it the Archangel. It kept my homeland safe for generations. Wars, major catastrophes, etc. it combated all of it. But it needed a host. So my village would have selected candidates become disciples of the host at the time, so that they could train in magic and grow themselves until one is chosen to be the new host. Right now… I am the host for it, but it lies domant. In a sort of… coma.”
He progressed in the story to a certain point before he stopped. He didn’t dare try to think about what happened before he became the host. So I am from the kingdom of Fiore…. But I got sidetracked while in the celestial realm and wound up here. It seemed nice so I decided to stay for a bit and look around and experience the world.”
"Oh.. Wow." She believed him. The world was a strange and wonderful place and she had seen some strange things as well, but that sounded like a lot. She looked at him with those wide eyes, but she was listening to everything he was saying. "Has it ever awoken and taken over?" She asked quietly. She was so curious about all of it. "..Have you ever lost chunks of time? Are you still okay with what happened to you?" A pause. "..Do you.. plan on staying here awhile? Or are you going to just come and go a lot?" Would she see him again?
Atticus could feel her concern grow as she questioned him more. But he was more surprised by the fact that he just said one of the craziest things imaginable in this situation with a straight face and not be asked to leave. He began to answer her questions one by one. “No… the archangel spirit is currently in a sort of comatose state. It’s healed for quite a while, but I only get small inklings of its power.. and it’s rare. I have lost… years upon years of time in my world. The celestial realm time flow is different from others. As for if I’m still okay with it happening to me… I honestly wish that it never happened, and that my predecessor had it. I don’t think I deserve it.”
His eyes widened a bit at her last couple questions. “That really depends. I have my students back in my world, so… I suppose they can handle things for a while. This little adventure I put myself on is more me.. finding myself. So I plan on staying a while.”
Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
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kissy kissy prompts
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .
🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.
🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.
😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.
🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.
🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.
😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.
😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.
🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.
👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.
🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.
💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.
🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.
😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.
🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.
🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).
🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.
😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.
💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.
💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.
🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.
Atticus took the confession to heart and couldn’t help but smile. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind this little question.” He said as he sat up slowly and seemed reluctant at first, but then sighed. “I’m not exactly from around here. This land, I mean. It’s a lot to explain at first, but I’m certain you can be trusted. My question though is if I can possibly stay here with you. Just for a little while. I mean, I would very much like to help with expenses of course. If I can keep my temple back home in decent shape, surely I can do whatever you request of me here.”
This might as well have been a marriage proposal at the drop of the hat for him. But he liked the atmosphere here. But not just that. “I… I like you a lot as well.”
Someone from a distant land..? She wasn't expecting that. It almost felt like out of her romance novels, but that bit she chose to keep to herself. She wasn't trying to embarrass herself too much. She couldn't exactly hide the entire bookshelf that held her monsterfucking books that was sitting right here in the living room.. she just hoped that it was something he wasn't interested in browsing. She didn't often have company. "Of course you can.. If you're fine with my sofa I don't mind at all. Stay as long as you'd like." She smiled warmly. Help with expenses would be nice too. And her landlord was a cool guy he wasn't going to care about all that much as long as they didn't break things and he got his rent. "So your temple..? Are you a living god or something? Is it alright I ask?"
Atticus couldn’t help but blush a bit at being called a god. “Well… more like I’m housing a celestial spirit. They call it the Archangel. It kept my homeland safe for generations. Wars, major catastrophes, etc. it combated all of it. But it needed a host. So my village would have selected candidates become disciples of the host at the time, so that they could train in magic and grow themselves until one is chosen to be the new host. Right now… I am the host for it, but it lies domant. In a sort of… coma.”
He progressed in the story to a certain point before he stopped. He didn’t dare try to think about what happened before he became the host. So I am from the kingdom of Fiore…. But I got sidetracked while in the celestial realm and wound up here. It seemed nice so I decided to stay for a bit and look around and experience the world.”
“I got you something.” Zayne said as he appeared behind Esmeralda and placed his head on her shoulder, trying to surprise her. He was obviously holding a small back behind his back.
@angelsoffiore
Taken by surprise, she turned her head and whipped around to see the man she loved. Raining a brow, her emerald eyes scanned his body to find no sign of a gift. “Hmm… I don’t see it.”
“That’s cause you didn’t see it behind my back.” He replied with a sly smile before showing a small wooden box. Then he held her hand before placing it in yours. “Go on. Open it.”
Inside she would find that it was actually a music box that played a nice tune with a rotating kaleidoscope inside. “I thought it reminded me of you. ‘Cause of all of the colorful clothes you wear and all the spinning in your dances.”
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“My, you are quite the host. Caring to boot.” Atticus teased as he smiled back. “But no, I’m perfectly fine. I have good company.”
He then thought of her words. It’s not as if he was homeless, as his temple was located in a different land entirely. He just… happened to land here after traveling through the celestial realm. But he didn’t want to just throw that info at her. The poor girl would probably be more confused than anything. “Dez… what would you like? You’ve don’t plenty for me.”
"What I'd like..?" She tilted her head. "I mean you helped me bring out my Christmas decorations and helped me decorate.. you've already done something for me. Really, I appreciate it." It would have taken her a few trips to do otherwise and she may have been thin but she wasn't in shape. It was exhausting every year. "I don't need anything else.. I'm enjoying your company. I'm just hoping we'll end up being good friends." She admitted with a warm smile. "I think you're a very nice guy. I like you a lot."
Atticus took the confession to heart and couldn’t help but smile. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind this little question.” He said as he sat up slowly and seemed reluctant at first, but then sighed. “I’m not exactly from around here. This land, I mean. It’s a lot to explain at first, but I’m certain you can be trusted. My question though is if I can possibly stay here with you. Just for a little while. I mean, I would very much like to help with expenses of course. If I can keep my temple back home in decent shape, surely I can do whatever you request of me here.”
This might as well have been a marriage proposal at the drop of the hat for him. But he liked the atmosphere here. But not just that. “I… I like you a lot as well.”
The tarnished spartan (open starter)
The fall of Beacon had become a faint memory for the tarnished spartan Pyrrha while she still remembered her friends who she hoped had survived the chaos. After Cinder turned her to ashes she was in the middle of a beach, not knowing how she got here.
Years had passed in the Ever After, the invincible girl becoming the tarnished spartan who tried her best to help those in need. One night she saw something or someone falling from the sky like a comet while she had the feeling that it was someone who she could trust so she headed to where the "comet" crashed, wondering who or what entered the Ever After...
Unexpected encounter (open starter)
When Glynda Goodwitch tried to relax she always did in a place where she wouldn't expect any of her students to be nearby. During a semester in Beacon she decided to go to a beach in Mistral, wearing a quite revealing bikini that might finally help her stop being single.
As she wandered through the beach she noticed your muse who happened to be a student of Beacon. Being both frustrated and angry she approached them, not caring about the revealing bikini she was wearing. "What in the brothers names are you doing here?! I thought I wouldn't encounter any of you students!"
"What I'm wearing is none of your business! Ugh... I thought I would finally be alone and have a relaxing vacation. I... I just need to make the best out of it... Alright, perhaps you could help me putting some sunscreen on my back? Just be aware that if you touch anything but my back I will bury you in that beach" Glynda said as she put down her towel before laying down on her back
