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Ugh so my laptop died & Denver is on a blizzard warning equivalent to a category 2 hurricane.... so no fixing it right now
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ok . i fucking want dark plots.
we just fucking murdered your neighbor and you look hot with blood splattered on your face and whoops now we’re on a killing spree because i can’t stop the bloodlust. the cops are trying to find us but we’re always one step ahead. we’ll never fucking look back baby they’ll never fucking know we did it. like a literal serial killer duo who knows what the FUCK they r doing
ur a vampire who i met at a club and was dancing on and i woke up in ur bed with marks all over my neck and i’m terrified but also kinda fucking turned on and i don’t know what to do
i’ve been stalking you and i think it’s about time you know just how much i love you. we’re meant to be together. let me fucking kIDNAP you and try to do that whole stockholm syndrome thing and what do you fucking mean it’s not working we’re meant to be. you’re gonna fucking love me or you’re gonna fucking die .
we’re both fucking crazy i burned your shit last week you fucked my best friend to spite me i released your nudes you told my mom about the time i got arrested we have a sex tape and we’re never leaving each other because we tear each other apart but we don’t know how to live otherwise
we were in rival gangs and i started dating you to get information for mine and i got caught but i only realized i was in love with you when you were jamming your knife into my stomach.
anything fucking dark and stomach twisting like literal fucking sketch ass aus
ok but an immortal couple who break up and get back together every thirty years or so, and they’re messy as fuck, like every couple decades they break up and swear that they’ll never speak for the rest of eternity, until inevitably one tracks the other down and shows up like “okay, i’ve elected to forgive you, we’re together again” and the other is like “BUT WHO SAYS I FORGIVE YOU FOR THE AL CAPONE INCIDENT” and then they’re arguing/making out and meanwhile the rest of the immortal community just groans and rolls their eyes because jesus christ, this again, they have been doing this since the holy roman empire.
a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other – unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the ‘i hate you’s sound like ‘i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.
turning this blog into an INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG! selective, multi-muse/multi-verse, mature themes and mun is 21+. putting things together slowly and working on making them gr8. i only have about 2 muses right now and will probably be keeping it to 3 or 4. but if you’re open for rping with me, just slide on through my DMs.
be soft. my love. because flowers don’t grow. on hard grounds.
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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ candice accola + female + she/her — have you seen nora pryce around? this twenty-five-year-old known as the rose-colored glass has been hanging out at the comfort diner a lot recently. they are a civilian that works as a medical resident, and they feel fearful about the gangs. a heterosexual cancer, they are benevolent + motherly, as well as obstinate + gullible. 3am hospital hallways, coffee cup stains on a messy work desk, untamed hair with paint in it.