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[cccuntrol]

( 𝗺𝗱𝗻𝗶 . ) ⭑𓂃 semi active. multimuse by penny. she/her. 22. in college.

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as of writing this, i only have four muses lol i'm sure i'll test a few more, but these are ocs i feel confident with cuz i've grown them for years in my head

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[hxghlysuspect]

To say this arrangement was not to his liking was an understatement. For years, Jihoon- known affectionately to those closest as Nox- had raged against the arrangement. Hunger strikes before each visit to the princess, sullen silence after. Each time he had been forced to visit, he'd tried to avoid her. To escape her ceaseless yapping and questions. She'd been too young to know just what was going on but he certainly had not been.

And now, as the day had arrived, and the servants about the foreign castle bustled about crowing joy about the wedding... now the princess seemed to finally feel the same way as him. "If she has no wish to marry, then finally, we are of like mind. I will not be the one to go convince her." He was slumped in a chair, his mother threatening to rip perfectly coiffed hair out of her head at the 'ridiculousness' of the situation. Why would he? A prince would beg no one to marry him- especially not a near stranger he hadn't seen since his 14th summer.

And yet- the queen would have her way, apparently, Jihoons ear gripped between her fingers as he's dragged from his room. A position most unfitting a man of his stature, which he repeatedly informed her. But she was a mother before she was a queen, and soon he found himself positioned outside the princesses door. His mother gestured for him to knock before going to stand back a few steps, another 'go on' gesture given. A roll of his eyes, his hand lifting to rap on the door. "go away!' Was his answer, the prince gesturing at the door in a 'see!' motion.

Another knock, more silence. Was he meant to storm her room and force her hand? What exactly was expected of him? Besides this ridiculous marriage. Was that not enough? His mother raised an eyebrow and he sighs before clearing his throat. "Princess Apolloina? It's uh.. its Prince Jihoon.. if.. if you would mind allowing me in... I would very much like to talk with you.." He says, barely holding back a roll of his eyes. Maybe she'd throw herself from the balcony and free them both of this ridiculous charade.

[cccuntrol]

as expected, the prince was met with another bit of prolonged silence. then, shuffling followed as she pushed herself off the windowsill to cross her chambers. clearly, it was well-loved and hers, from the intricately crafted canopy bed to the sweet aromas of fragranced oils and dried flowers that lingered in the air.

apollonia hadn't wanted to open the door, let alone allow him inside, but she knew her parents well enough. she knew her father would be disappointed by her behavior, and her mother would click her teeth at the unwelcoming attitude toward their guests. she'd been raised better—far better than the way she'd been acting all morning.

so the door swung open, her cheeks tinted a soft rose unlike the hard, boiling rage that simmered within her chest. the queen was met with a polite bow and a small, almost inaudible, "your grace." the prince? ignored, although he was pulled inside without a care as to how her harsh grip on his forearm might disrupt the luxurious material of his coat. there were far more important matters to be concerned with.

"you." the word was spoken with utter disdain, saved for her worst enemy, which in a way, the prince was. her round eyes were narrowed, like some wild predator, focused on the man standing before her. maybe if she seemed crazy enough, then he'd pull every string possible and run for the hills.

the princess pointed her finger at him as if scolding a petulant child, soft silken bell sleeve dangling from her wrist. "you must do something to stop this! i'm sure you have far more of a say than i do—say we aren't compatible, that your heart belongs to another. you must!"

[cccuntrol]

fingers crossed i can keep up my activity n replies while managing work n class

[icedcvffees]

it'd started out as a simple enough arrangement born of convenience. when the idea first hit the table and then the bedroom revealed their compatibility didn't lie just in conversation, rafa had been thrilled. no more trying to navigate the complete batshit minefield his life had become with the growing prominence of his music just for the simple need for human connection and release. no strings, no fuss, no problem. easy. there was too much going on in his life for him to invite anything new into it, romance wise — and myles hadn't exactly been subtle with his intent when they started this. but rafa should've known better from the beginning — it didn't matter how many promises they made and bro-handshakes they did after a romp in the sheets : when he caught feelings, he caught them hard and now there were probably enough damn strings to make a blanket.

he's gearing up for the ritual of gently ushering myles out the door when that now familiar body presses up against him — far too warm and comfortable feeling for comfort. part of him yearns to take the words at face value ; take the gift and deal with the repercussions later, but he's been trying to get in the habit of not doing things that hurt him. mostly. " seriously ?? " he tries to twist around in the circle of myles' arms, gives up after barely a moment of trying. " did i wear you out that much you can't even wander your way home ?? i'm immune to your manipulations by now, y'know — " a valiant statement considering his heart is practically begging him to shut up, every exhale myles makes bleeding warmth against his neck. " — you're going to have to try harder if you want to get out of going outside. "

[cccuntrol]

rejection burned in his chest and throat. he inwardly praised himself for burying his face into the side of rafa’s neck because he could feel the warmth of embarrassment staining his sharp cheeks. when the emotions settled, and he was ready to face the heavy storm of whatever brewed between the pair, myles lifted his head.

the expression on his face was one forged from mild annoyance and wounded pride. he had been worn out, but he wouldn’t admit to rafa. sure, he’d grovel, whine, plead, and beg. that, on the other hand, was a high-horse he’d refuse to step down from. “worn out?” the words slip out incredulously, paired with a small wrinkle to his nose. “no… no. no. i went to pilates with maisie earlier this week. just sore. thought i told you.”

myles moved on his own accord this time, unraveling himself from the familiarity he desperately craved when he was alone back at his own place. “and manipulation is a stretch, by the way. i’m just bein’ a good friend. my sister and her friends always have sleepovers. m’ trying to break the whole —“ he sat on the edge of the bed now, his back to rafa as he slowly slipped his legs into worn denim, split between buying time and ushering himself out before the other man could.

“— stigma ‘bout male friendships.” it was a terrible scapegoat. didn’t stop him from taking it either. myles-esque pillow talk had been shut down, so he leaned into casual conversation as a means of distraction. “the problem is my wandering. it’s new york, the possibilities are endless. could take the wrong train, see pretty lights, meet people. i need a leash.”

[uxwantedheirs]

The immediate aftermath was always interesting. Returning to herself among the heavy breaths and sprawling along on her side of the bed until that labored breathing reached something softer. It gave her room to think past the fire of attraction often lit in her around him.

Now that it was over she would be sending him on his way, at least she would soon. It wasn't always a strict timeline of coming down and kicking him out. She didn't let him stay till morning. That wasn't how this worked. It was what they agreed on. It's what worked. They were friends beyond these nights sure, but these nights had a routine for a reason. If she let him stay, it would lead to having breakfast, which would lead to more and she just, she knew better than that.

Unexpectedly she found herself in his arms again and she glanced down to where his hands came to rest. He pressed into her neck and she let out a deep sigh as she rolled her eyes at the plea that followed. "Myles." It was sweet, almost endearing. If she ignored their agreement. The repeated asking, the please uttered again and again, had her reconsidering her answer. "You know it's not about that." She should insist on kicking him out and stick to routine. Letting him stay was dangerous to blue that line of no strings. "Only until morning. Okay?"

[cccuntrol]

the moment she’d agreed, his body went limp atop her as all the air escaped from his lungs. previous tension that’d painstakingly built within the seconds he’d waited for either her acceptance or denial was one that felt like an eternity. but she agreed. that was progress enough.

he hadn’t bothered to lift his head from her neck, hadn’t bothered to stop his hand from inching closer and closer to hers till he could successfully lock her pinky with his. “myst.” his tone mimicked hers; sweet, almost endearing, albeit his was far more whiny. quite fitting for the pitiful mess he’d become, the circumstances he’d wound himself up in because of his cowardice.

with a bated breath, myles pressed cautiously. “what… what’s it ‘bout then, hm?” his neck felt infinitely heavier, like a ton of bricks settled in hopes of crushing him for the sins he keeps collecting. still, he lifted himself from the warmth of her skin and the security to inspect her face. analyzing. memorizing.

and like the coward he is, myles shook his head and thought far away. this wasn’t the time nor the place to unpack whatever they both buried. he’d rather die than face rejection or the possibility of her kicking him out on his ass because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “only till the morning. i got it. i’ll be gone ‘fore you wake.”

[voguefashion]

Max Irons photographed by Sylvain Homo for Behind The Blinds, 2026.

[blackismmm]

[theunfortunate-author]

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[cccuntrol]

open: m muse: apollonia anne capulet [x] plot: arranged marriage that neither seem to be taking well.

from childhood, apollonia has always heard how lucky she was, that she was a blessing upom the kingdom. princess apollonia of monte calicos, who could be greater? it wasn’t like she was an only child either, but the future king was much more reserved on account of the obvious weight on his shoulders.

back then, she hadn’t really understood the concept of love and partnership in noble families. the royal family that visited their kingdom from the north…or was it the east…she couldn’t remember well - what she did remember was the boy. the young prince. older than her though not as old as her brother, old enough to understand that the arrangement meant stripping their autonomy.

she’d been enthralled, skipping about the sun-drenched halls, singing and picking petals off flowers engineered for her birth. she’d gone as far as following the young prince and asking about their future, filling in blanks on her own accord because he’d refused to answer, popping up each time he’d stormed off.

now the day had come; the royal family had returned to monte calicos to begin preparing for the wedding.

apolloina, stubborn as her father, chose to lock herself in her chambers. she’d denied her jester entry — even her lady-in-waiting! instead, she’d sat on the windowsill like a wilted flower, watching the busy staff flick about. even the steward looked like a chicken with its head cut off. each knock met with a sharp “go away!”

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[cccuntrol]

open: m/f/nb muse: myles truman [x] plot: myles and [ym] agreed upon fwb with no strings attached, stressed by myles himself. strings have been attached and he’s overstaying his welcome.

myles could hear his heart thumping in his chest, every whoosh as blood rapidly circulated throughout his overgrown body. it was always like this during the comedown, when they were both silent aside from their heavy pants that grew into gentle breathing and [ym] coming to their senses.

he knew he didn’t have long before they kicked him out. the routine was ingrained into him by now, but they were still friends outside this… right? they were. friends spent the night with friends all the time. this is pathetic, he thought to himself, internally cringing at the pathetic fool he’d become.

there was only one person to be upset with because of this, and that was himself. myles remembered his own words, replaying inside his head like a record specially made to taunt him. “friends with benefits… jus’ yanno… no strings attached. we’re both adults. friends helpin’ friends.” his own words bit him in the ass.

looking at the warm body beside him, the one that belonged to someone he’d grown feelings for, that tingly feeling bloomed in his chest. it was something he’d grown to hate and adore. that stupid tingle. pushing it to the side, myles’ body moved on its own accord to sprawl his limbs across them with his face pressed into the warm crook of their neck where their scent smelled strongest.

“i’ll be quiet…” he whispered, pleading in the sweetest voice he could muster up in hopes they’d pity the overgrown man trying to seem small and pathetic. “i’ll be so quiet, i won’t ask stupid questions. won’t bother you. just let me stay till the morning. pleasepleaseplease...”

[cccuntrol]

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[dazzlingkai]

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[still-hands]

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