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okay yes, this blog has been moved to a new blog at the same user name. i have a few more drafts that will reblog here but if you respond, please tag my new blog and follow me over there !

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okay yes, this blog has been moved to a new blog at the same user name. i have a few more drafts that will reblog here but if you respond, please tag my new blog and follow me over there !

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okay yes, this blog has been moved to a new blog at the same user name. i have a few more drafts that will reblog here but if you respond, please tag my new blog and follow me over there !

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okay yes, this blog has been moved to a new blog at the same user name. i have a few more drafts that will reblog here but if you respond, please tag my new blog and follow me over there !

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@kestasis​ said  :  ‘ too many things are things. ’  +  jessica riley & cal kestis. 

     jessica can’t help the small laugh that leaves her lips at his words,  brows furrowed in confusion.  her arms cross over her chest,  merely watching him for a moment to see if he planned to elaborate.  when it was clear that her that he didn’t,  she tilts her head to the side.  ❝  yeah,  because that makes sense.  ❞

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@holykissed​ said :  ‘ to be honest, i’m desperate. ’  +  karen page & anya beck. 

     of course she’s heard the story.  it’s the biggest story in new york right now.  NEW YORK WRITER GUINEVERE BECK   ;   MURDERED BY THERAPIST.   there was something off about the story,  something that karen just couldn’t figure out.  but,  the case was closed and karen didn’t want to draw anymore attention to her name right now.  that was before the sister of the deceased showed up at her job.  her words cause an ache in karen’s heart,  inhaling a shaky breath.  she knows the pain of losing a sibling,  it’s a pain that never really goes away.  especially when it’s a younger sibling.  hues flicker over the woman’s features,  nodding slowly.   ❝  anya,  right?  i want to help,  i really do.  but,  why do you think the therapist is innocent?  ❞

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david. 

he looks at her for a long moment, his gaze sceptical and unblinking as he tried to see some show of emotion from her that told him he couldn’t trust her. she might be frank’s  friend, if a guy like that could have friends, but that didn’t strictly mean that she was david’s. and then,    ❛   yeah, he’s alive. you know frank .. it’d probably take a nuclear warhead to take him out.    ❜   even as someone who had cheated death himself, and watched feverishly over a wounded frank castle, david couldn’t help but marvel at the ex-marine’s ability to survive almost anything, whether that be bad guys or stray arrows.

     a breath of relief leaves her lips,  exhaling through her nose.  she worries about frank,  more than she should.  she knows that but she can’t help it.  azure hues flicker over the other male,  a faint laugh leaving her lips at his words as fingertips run through messy blonde strands.   ❝  yeah,  that sounds like frank.  ❞

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okay yes, this blog has been moved to a new blog at the same user name. i have a few more drafts that will reblog here but if you respond, please tag my new blog and follow me over there !

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i kinda wanna move my blog this week because it would give me more muse but also i told myself i would finish all my muse pages before i did....

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@optmstc​ said  :  [ look ]  +  guinevere beck & luke crain. 

     she shouldn’t be surprised this is how her night is going.  her so called best friend ditched her for some guy at a bar that she dragged beck to.  typical peach.  beck doesn’t know why she agreed to come.  maybe because she always feels so guilty when she tries to say no to peach,  considering everything she’s done for beck.  now,  she’s tipsy at some bar on her own.  she never allows herself to drink too much,  not unless she’s with friends.  it reminds her too much of her father.  emerald hues landed on one cute guy a few stools down from her,  lingering a little longer than she should have.  when she’s confronted about it,  she can’t help the way her cheeks heat up.  a nervous laugh fall by glossy lips,  inhaling a sharp breath through her nose.   ❝  i’m sorry.  i didn’t mean to be, uh, weird or anything.  i just  —  well,  you’re cute.  ❞

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maybe come plot dynamics with me....

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

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@retribute​ said  :  you’re bleeding.  +  karen page & frank castle. 

     adrenaline high,  karen barely processes his words.  fingertips run through messy blonde hair,  finally turning her focus towards him.  azure hues dart over her own body,  gaze finally landing on where a piece of glass had impaled itself in her arm.  head shakes,  breathing quickening.   ❝  i’m fine,  frank.  we need to go.  ❞  ripping the sleeve from her shirt,  she pulled the glass out of her arm and quickly tied the ripped sleeve around the wound tight enough to stop the bleeding,  for the moment. 

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@seekher​ said  :  ( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.  +  guinevere beck & daniel le domas. 

     bad ideas seem to be all beck have.  she’s done some stupid shit in her life,  made some questionable decisions.  she wasn’t sure what sleeping with her ex boyfriend fell under   ;   really fucking stupid or a questionable decision.  either way,  she knows peach would be happy about it.  if she even decided to tell her.  peach was the one who introduced them.  well,  she introduced her to his brother but she was much more interested in daniel.  obviously,  considering where she was now.  

     the feeling of his hands in her hair as she wakes is enough to make her want to pretend she’s still asleep.  anything to stay in this moment for a little longer.   anything to not have to talk about this.  a breath leaves her lips,  lashes fluttering before she shifts,  fingertips trailing up his bare arm and emerald hues finally meet his gaze.   ❝  you know,  we have to talk about this,  right?   ❞