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@breakfastat-blairs
Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships
Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
;; there is a ton of muse for my (not so) sweet Queen B. So, I guess this is a starter call of sorts. If you want to plot, jump in my ask. If you would like a starter, like this post. And yes, even if we've never written together! So, get to it!
SOULMATE AU
based off of this meme [x]
The government has decided, in its infinite bureaucratic wisdom, that it is more adept at pairing up people with their ideal partners than they are. They created various committees and drafted up several bills and poured billions of dollars into furthering their investigations into science of companionship. After decades of blocked up legislation and poor distribution of trickle-down funds, the government finally crafted their perfect method for pairing up people– whether they wanted to be or not.
From birth, all children are equipped with timers in their wrists. Said timers are allotted with random stocks of time; the very seconds, minutes, hours, and days that will pass until they will meet their so-called ‘soulmate’. Essentially the government leaves everything to chance, as it had been in years past. Only difference being that every pair is required to stay together, except in extreme cases. So confident in its ability to provide for its citizens, the government refuses to separate pairs of ‘soulmates’ unless they can successfully appeal their case in court.
The system is broken. The system has left many people broken. Yet many abide by it rather than challenge it, even in the most horrid situations, because it has become accepted as status quo. And even though it is constructed terribly the system can actually work. Pairs are never specified as romantic; some people are content to remain with their partners and never peruse anything besides friendship with them. And when they are indeed romantic, they tend to be fabled romanced.
But despite its rare merits, the system continues to brandish awful flaws. It is not uncommon to hear of couples spending their forced union horribly or not spending it together at all. And that is to say nothing of the individuals who desire more than one partner– something the government has made explicit illegal in this world.
Muse A and Muse B are thrust against the backdrop of this situation.
Plot 1: Muse A and Muse B meet by chance and their timers zero out. They are now soulmates, whether they want to be or not.
Plot 2: Muse A and Muse B coordinated their meeting and plan to make use of the system the best they can.
Plot 3: Muse A and Muse B meet when their timers zero out– however, one is already in a committed relationship.
There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
Audrey Hepburn (via quotes-calista-rose)
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
(via drunkhistorybuff)
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“I’ve been homeless for a couple years. I’ve slept in plenty of trees. I’ll be fine.”
As much as Blair wanted to send him on his way, and as much as she detested helping others she couldn’t deny him. He had, after all, helped her. “We have a guest suite. You are more than welcome to use it. Just-” Blair furrowed her brows ever so lightly, “-just don’t let me mom see you. She might question my - eh- sanity.”
“I believe the last time we spoke I said I never wanted to see your face again.”
Leighton Meester
Elena was gone. There was nothing tying him to Mystic Falls anymore unless he wanted to count his brother and friends, but in all honesty all they were were painful reminders of her. He wouldn’t cut them off entirely, not like Stefan had done when he was gone, but it would be a while before he could return to his hometown if at all ever. There was always the phone though, the internet, meeting somewhere else outside Virginia.
So New York it was; Damon had spent years there during the 70’s and 80’s and the city held more good memories than bad. So he returned to his old stomping grounds only to worm his way into Manhattan’s elite society by day and retreat to the gritty bars and punk music by night as he fell back into old habits and the cold, cruel fingers of hate curled around his heart once more, squeezing Damon’s emotions back to the state they had been in before he had fallen in love with Elena. He started killing again, drinking more, being reckless and self-destructive while not caring who he hurt in the process.
Damon attended the party simply because he was bored that and he was lonely and felt it was about time he found himself a pretty little human girlfriend to play with. Lazily leaning against the banister with a drink in one hand and a look of utter boredom etched into his features, the vampire’s cerulean hues combed over the girls in the crowded room in several circuits over the period of half a hour, falling on Blair several times before he finally seemed to catch her eye– and then he smiled– giving the poor human one of his most beguiling grins, knowing that if she fell for it she was as good as his.
The bait was set. Now all he had to do was wait and see if she took it.
breakfastat-blairs
After a summer in Paris she wasn’t sure that she wanted to return to New York. Paris had always been kind to her, it had always fed her soul in so many different ways. She found herself at ease in Paris, away from all of the trouble that New York could bring. But alas, all good things must come to an end and in this case it was her summer of peace. So she bid adieu to the shops, and food, and art that Paris offered and said a hello to all the familiarity that New York housed. Her return had been pretty uneventful which she was both glad for and aggravated by. Blair needed constant things to busy herself with or else she became a bit reckless from the boredom. Fortunately for her there was a rather important party to be hosted and only the elite of New York would be welcome. She somehow had been forgotten from the initial guest list, which allowed her to busy herself with a way to get in. She had to be there, what was a party without Blair Waldorf? Just the night before the event Blair had conjured an invitation and rightfully inserted her name on the list. Of course there had been a little bit of teeth pulling to allow for this to happen, but Blair was never one to shy away from doing business, especially if the outcome was to better her social standings and be surrounded by her equals. She donned a black Michael Costello, with sheer lace sleeves, a modest neckline but a plunging back. It was enough to allow her to stand out, and receive the compliments she rightly deserved. After all, if Blair looked anything less than amazing, it would be considered a sin. Her night seemed rather uneventful until she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar face, and a handsome one at that. Although she wanted to instantly investigate and question the stranger as to who he was and why she had no clue who he was, her attention was robbed from him to a dear friend. It seemed almost an eternity as the other woman gabbed on and on about Lord knows what. Finally Blair just had to list a single finger and dismiss herself from the conversation, walking herself over to the male with the dark hair and blue-hued eyes. She paused in front of him, taking a moment to look him over, and another to take a glass of champagne from the passing trays, “You don’t get into the parties by being just anyone. So, who are you?” The brunette’s lips spread in a coquettish smile, her weight transferring to one hip as her head tilted to the side in genuine interest.
oldxrsexydangerguy
Elena was gone. There was nothing tying him to Mystic Falls anymore unless he wanted to count his brother and friends, but in all honesty all they were were painful reminders of her. He wouldn’t cut them off entirely, not like Stefan had done when he was gone, but it would be a while before he could return to his hometown if at all ever. There was always the phone though, the internet, meeting somewhere else outside Virginia.
So New York it was; Damon had spent years there during the 70’s and 80’s and the city held more good memories than bad. So he returned to his old stomping grounds only to worm his way into Manhattan’s elite society by day and retreat to the gritty bars and punk music by night as he fell back into old habits and the cold, cruel fingers of hate curled around his heart once more, squeezing Damon’s emotions back to the state they had been in before he had fallen in love with Elena. He started killing again, drinking more, being reckless and self-destructive while not caring who he hurt in the process.
Damon attended the party simply because he was bored that and he was lonely and felt it was about time he found himself a pretty little human girlfriend to play with. Lazily leaning against the banister with a drink in one hand and a look of utter boredom etched into his features, the vampire’s cerulean hues combed over the girls in the crowded room in several circuits over the period of half a hour, falling on Blair several times before he finally seemed to catch her eye– and then he smiled– giving the poor human one of his most beguiling grins, knowing that if she fell for it she was as good as his.
The bait was set. Now all he had to do was wait and see if she took it.
breakfastat-blairs
After a summer in Paris she wasn't sure that she wanted to return to New York. Paris had always been kind to her, it had always fed her soul in so many different ways. She found herself at ease in Paris, away from all of the trouble that New York could bring. But alas, all good things must come to an end and in this case it was her summer of peace. So she bid adieu to the shops, and food, and art that Paris offered and said a hello to all the familiarity that New York housed. Her return had been pretty uneventful which she was both glad for and aggravated by. Blair needed constant things to busy herself with or else she became a bit reckless from the boredom. Fortunately for her there was a rather important party to be hosted and only the elite of New York would be welcome. She somehow had been forgotten from the initial guest list, which allowed her to busy herself with a way to get in. She had to be there, what was a party without Blair Waldorf? Just the night before the event Blair had conjured an invitation and rightfully inserted her name on the list. Of course there had been a little bit of teeth pulling to allow for this to happen, but Blair was never one to shy away from doing business, especially if the outcome was to better her social standings and be surrounded by her equals. She donned a black Michael Costello, with sheer lace sleeves, a modest neckline but a plunging back. It was enough to allow her to stand out, and receive the compliments she rightly deserved. After all, if Blair looked anything less than amazing, it would be considered a sin. Her night seemed rather uneventful until she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar face, and a handsome one at that. Although she wanted to instantly investigate and question the stranger as to who he was and why she had no clue who he was, her attention was robbed from him to a dear friend. It seemed almost an eternity as the other woman gabbed on and on about Lord knows what. Finally Blair just had to list a single finger and dismiss herself from the conversation, walking herself over to the male with the dark hair and blue-hued eyes. She paused in front of him, taking a moment to look him over, and another to take a glass of champagne from the passing trays, "You don't get into the parties by being just anyone. So, who are you?" The brunette's lips spread in a coquettish smile, her weight transferring to one hip as her head tilted to the side in genuine interest.
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