[connect5]

｡  ✿  ◌  ˚     connect5 ⏤  independent  multi  -  muse  blog  featuring   original muses.  low  +  dash  only  activity.  mature,  triggering,  and  nsfw  content may  appear  throughout  this  blog.  please  read  rules  before  following.  ᨳ.  ‿‿  ₊  ˚  ⁎ 

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 01.  mun  (june or junie is fine)  is  26,  uses  any  pronouns.  no  minors  or  non-rp  blogs  welcome.  thank  you  for  reading  my  guidelines in advance.

02. my muses are all loosely based on the elements (water, air, fire, earth, aether, wood, metal, light, + dark). canon blogs + female muses are always welcome here.

03. activity  will  be  sporadic.  i’ll  be  starting  residency  this  year  which  will  take  up  a  lot  of  my  time  and  energy  +  sometimes  writing  inspiration  takes  a  while  to  hit,  leaving  me  staring  at  replies  for  days.  please  be  patient  with  me  regarding  replies.

04.   i  don’t  write  on  discord  because  i  genuinely  forget  i  have  it.  i  mostly  use  it  for  resources  only.  if  you’d  like  to  plot,  i  heavily  prefer  ims.  i  can  be  shy  at  first  but  i’m  very  open  to  building  multiple  connections,  dynamics,  and  headcanons.

05. basic  roleplay  etiquette  applies:  no  godmodding,  no  ooc  drama,  don’t  force  ships/connections,  etc.

06. formatting  wise  for  myself,  i  prefer  medium  gifs,  small  text,  lowercase,  double  spacing,  and  indentation.  i’m  not  a  fan  of  super  large  gifs  or  gif  icons.  however,  i  completely  understand  accommodations  may  need  to  be  made  and  i’ll  always  respect  that.

07. mature  themes  will  absolutely  be  present  here  including  substance  abuse,  crime,  toxic  dynamics,  difficult  backgrounds,  and  other  darker  themes  as  some  muses  actively  partake  in  those  lifestyles.  smut  may  also  appear.  anything  nsfw  will  be  tagged  as  #usfw  and  triggering  content  will  be  tagged  as  “tw:  trigger.”  i  always  read  others’  rules  for  specific  triggers  as  well  and  do  my  best  to  tag  appropriately,  but  if  i  miss  something  please  let  me  know.

08. banned:  law  enforcement  muses  (acab),  known  abusers,  racists,  maga  supporters,  zionists,  prolifers,  animated/anime  faceclaims,  ai-generated  faceclaims,  deceased  faceclaims,  underage  faceclaims,  or  anyone  who  has  explicitly  asked  not  to  be  used.  just  no  one  stinky.  as  for  topics,  i  won’t  write  anything  overtly  taboo/dead dove.

09. please  reblog/like  from  the  source  whenever  possible  if  the  original  source  is  still  available.  it  just  helps  keep  my  activity  +  mentions  stay  clean.

[fruitr0ts]

CLOSED STARTER : @connect5 . FEATURING: mason 'moose' jones.

"am i being punked?" moose looks around the kitchen, fake searching for invisible cameras hidden around the room. "no, i'm deadass. are you seriously trying to start a fight over fruity pebbles?" now granted moose did eat three bowls and leave about half a bowls worth in the box. but he's a busy boy! hockey keeps him hungry and the other's mom had said to make themselves at home. "grow up." words are said as moose brings another big spoonful up to his mouth.

[connect5]

“yeah, ashton kutcher’s actually right behind you.” he deadpans, not finding any humor in the situation at hand. he was used to having people over. moose being there wasn't the problem. his parents saw the other as an extension of their family, always opening up their home to him and so did he. maybe if he was any less hungry than he is currently he’d be able to see how ridiculous he was acting over food, but he woke up with one thing on his mind. fruity pebbles that he purchased. family-sized. enough for both of them because he’s not an asshole who hoards food, but maybe after today he’ll start writing his name on everything. “you grow up you fucking—“ he pauses, running a hand through his hair and letting out a loud groan. moose had the audacity to take a bite mid-argument like jett wasn’t ready to punt him. “i hope you enjoy that because it’ll be your last meal.”

[tapedwrists]

@connect5 liked here for a fluorescence lyric starter !

"tell them you never really do this and you only drink old fashioneds."

[connect5]

“i don’t ever do this, so consider yourself special.” she doubled down with an earnest stare. it was getting close to the last call, most of the regulars had already trickled out, leaving little for her to do. people watching and attempting to guess others' drink preferences was a game she liked to play when it got slow like this. “you looked like an old fashioned kind of guy, and i’m never wrong.” hence why she set one down in front of him, telling him it was on the house.

[pleasvres]

selah was nursing her beer as her sister rambled on about who knows what . they were at a party , one where they should be dancing and having fun , but no . eyes scan the room for someone more entertaining when she spots him . the guy she had just been on a date with who said he ' needed to go home for an emergency ' . head cocks to the side as she watches him make his way to her , voice cracking a bit as he speaks . ❝ looks like you're having fun for someone who had an emergency . ❞ she says with eyes narrowed .

[connect5]

damian was never one to shy away from confrontation … only one to lie his way into avoiding it in the first place, hence his little white one about a family emergency tonight. in his defense, his teammates were his family and adrian insisted him not being at the party would be catastrophic, so who was he to disagree? he knew it was a shit move to not only brush her off but also lie to her, but he panicked. “would you forgive me if i said it was a fashion emergency?” he attempts a joke that doesn’t land, gesturing to his outfit. “i mean, you can't tell me i don't got that shit on.”

[atlcnticwaves]

Just another costume party that his friends were hosting and he always felt obligated to go. Beau was mingling with the crowd when his eyes wandered to meet a familiar face. Raising his brow a smirk tugged at the corner of the rugged man's lips. "Well isn't it a nice surprise to see your face this evening," shifting his weight to stand closer towards them. "I thought you had other plans tonight? Or did someone else convice you?"

[connect5]

cool, calm, and collected was what he was going for on the surface, but on the inside he was practically shitting himself. he didn’t think his white lie would catch up to him so fast, but no, beau was here in the flesh standing in front of him looking stupidly hot in his costume while damian wore the stupid barry b. benson costume. the one his youngest teammate colby dared him to wear. it was like his worst nightmare came to life. “i did have other plans,” another lie slipped out easily before he shook his head, retracting, “okay, i didn’t have other plans. i just— my teammates wanted me to come with them. we planned this group thing.” all of them were wearing costumes that correlated to animated characters ranging from shrek to megamind. “and i didn’t want you to see me in this stupid ass costume.”

[angelicviced]

oh  she  was  pissed,  and  that  wasn't  normal  for  jessica.    not  at  all.    rage  bubbled  up  inside  her  as  her  friend  tried  to  grab  her  arm,  keeping  her  away  from  damian.    but  she  had  to  say  something,    otherwise,  he  would  feel  like  he  could  keep  lying  to  her.    clearly,  that  wasn't  something  she  wanted.    not  from  him,    not  from  anyone.    foot  tapping  as  he  finally  appeared  before  her.    her  friend  making  an  excuse,  running  away  from  what  was  clearly  going  to  be  a  messy  situation.      "    enough  of  the  flattery  .ᐟ    you  told  me  you  were  studying  .ᐟ    you  said  you  didn't  like  parties  or  drinking.    at  least  be  man  enough  to  tell  me  the  truth.    i'm  a  big  girl  damien  .ᐟ      i  can  deal  with  rejection  quite  well  .ᐟ      "    yes  because  she's  had  a  lot  of  practice  with  it.          

[connect5]

the  smile  on  his  face  instantly  drops  as  he  notices  the  look  of  pure  anger  upon  hers.  not  a  situation  he  can joke  himself  out  of  —  his  default  is  to  laugh  himself  out  of  awkward  situations.  “i  was  studying.”  he  knew  it  was  a  weak  excuse  the  second  the  words  left  his  lips  but  per  usual  his  mouth  operated  before  his  brain  did.  he  tries  adjusting  his  hand  to  conceal  a red  solo  cup  behind  his  back  before  she  sees  it.  “okay,  i  picked  up  my  textbook  and  got  bored  halfway  through,  but  all  that  medical  stuff  gets  borrring,  so  i  decided  to  take  a  little  break,  jess.”  as  for  him  not  liking  parties,  he  wasn’t  the  biggest  fan  of  them,  but  being  a  part  of  the  hockey  team  it  felt  like  obligation.  he  didn’t  want  to  mix  jessica  in  with  his  idiot  friends  just  yet.  “now,  hold  on,  i’m  not  rejecting  you.  i’m  just  a  dumbass  who  shouldn’t  have  lied  about  something  so  simple, but  i  like  you.  i  just—  my  friends  are  annoying,  and  i  knew  if  we  showed  up  together  tonight  they’d  probably  scare  you  off.”

[faelightt]

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content warning: drinking, slight flash.

[dcydrecmings]

while the intention hadn't been to invite anyone else, she felt pretty certain neither her sister nor her father would mind one more person. there was always an abundance of food, and there was more than enough room for a few extra people. "free food is your love language? i can't imagine the chance for free food comes up too often." scrunching her nose slightly in jest. she knew it was a horrendous joke, but she'd never claimed to be the funny one. hell the only time she felt she could pull off anything besides awkward was when she was following a script. "at least you won't have a long walk home after, that's always a bonus." stepping back slightly, before glancing over at her childhood home. "do you want to come now? or do you have something to do, and you'll show up later?"

[connect5]

free food was his love. he practically cringed at himself in his head. when speaking to others, he often just let words fly out without thinking about how silly they sounded until they were out of his mouth. “you’d be surprised. as a lifeguard people are always offering me snacks they packed for lunch.” he assessed her scrunch nose, growing more comfortable speaking to her due to the realization that she was just as awkward as he was. he politely chuckled at her words, “true, true, uh.” he looked down at his outfit. pajama pants and an old band tee. “i can come now. let me just slip on something real quick. you can come in and wait if you want.” he offered

[errcr503]

continued from here with @connect5

josiah had a habit of avoiding that conversation at all costs because he knew what came with babies, having watched most of his close friends take on the responsibility. even his brother. the sleepless nights, the money, the toll it often took on relationships. but then he saw her. her eyes lighting up in interaction with the baby, the warmth that practically spilled from her and that smile. he had fell in love with her smile many moons ago but this one was softer, different from the one she usually wore. the corners of his own lips pulled upward watching the little one wrap his hand around her finger without a second thought. "i am a bit jealous," he admitted his voice threaded in amusement. "you went from trying to rizz up my woman with them gums to now touching her." josiah joshed, scrunching up his face at his nephew trying to provoke another eruption of baby joy. a grin spread along his lips as the attempt was successful, glancing over in her direction. "it's the genetics - the charisma just.. runs in our blood." he nodded exhaling a quieter laugh, his gaze lingering on her a bit longer than necessary. "i can see those wheels turning in your head already."

[connect5]

“mmm, i think he has got all the charisma,” she quipped, laughter bubbling from her lips as the baby erupted in his own from her partner’s silliness. she gently shuffled closer to him, placing a soothing kiss to his cheek. even when she was so clearly joking, she always went the extra mile to show him that it was just banter. her gaze turned away from him and back to the baby before turning to him again with a scrunched up nose. “there aren’t any turning wheels. they’re stagnant. popped even.” she denied but the second they placed her nephew in his car seat and brought him home. then they were turned. it was so easy to get wrapped up in the cuteness that came with babies, making all logistics go out of the window. she was constantly spreading herself thin with her day-to-day job, volunteer work, fundraisers, campaigns, all the while making time for josiah and maintaining their healthy relationship. adding a baby to that just wasn’t feasible… right? having his nephew with his little gummy smile and a hand that barely wrapped around her finger made it all seem so possible. she bit her lip, looking over at josiah with the softest of eyes. “one wouldn’t be so bad though…”

[saternal]

“it might be like that in your head, kalani, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth,” rafael said, not realizing how harsh his words might’ve landed. he was too nonchalant for his own good, the kind of guy who hated stressing over things he thought didn’t matter. this constant back and forth between them? it was hell. it kept him up at night, replaying the last few months, trying to figure out where things went wrong. he never once considered that maybe he was the problem.

he wasn’t a terrible boyfriend. he showed up, he cared, but he never went out of his way to do more than the bare minimum. little appreciations, reassuring words, the things that mattered most. he didn’t think they were unnecessary, he just didn’t realize he had to do them to make her feel secure. “it’s the fighting, man,” he said finally, staring at her. “we can’t have a civil conversation. it’s like nothing i do is ever enough for you. i haven’t given up. i just don’t know what to do.”

[connect5]

kalani pouted, hating this confusing rift that had formed between them. she wished she had a magic wand where she could just wave it around and make things alright between them again. “then what’s the truth from your perspective? because clearly we’ve been seeing things differently.” her nose did a little twitch at him calling her ‘man.’ she knew he meant nothing by it, but it was something they’d argued about in the past. her wanting him to be more affectionate, use pet names, treat her a little more delicately. but she couldn’t exactly argue about that now that they’d broken up. “it’s not that it’s not enough. i appreciate all that you’ve done for me.” and she truly did. rafael could hand her a poorly folded origami heart made from a comic book page and she’d treasure it like it belonged in a museum. it had never been about expensive things or grand gestures with her. “i just wish you’d be more affectionate. i’m your girlfriend— was your girlfriend. not one of your friends.”

she bit her lip, trying to figure out how to articulate what she wanted to say without it getting misunderstood. “sometimes it felt like you treat me like one of the boys.” a little spark went off in her head hearing that he hadn’t given up. her hostile tone softening into something more hopeful after days of dejection. she shifted from one leg to the other, body language doing a complete 180 from where it’d been at the beginning of their conversation because, in her mind that had been spiraling nonstop since the breakup, rafael absolutely hated her and wouldn’t care if she got eaten by a pack of wolves. she didn’t care how pathetic she looked, evident by the numerous times she’d shown up to his place of work trying to hash things out, still stupidly optimistic that somehow they’d find their way back to each other. “you don’t have to have all the answers right now,” she said softly. “i just... i needed to know you still cared enough to try. maybe the problem is we’ve both too been so busy defending ourselves that we stopped listening to one another.” 

[connect5]

her  shifts  at  hidalgo’s  were  usually  easy.  repetitive,  even.  they  had  the  same  regulars  every  morning,  the  same  playlist  looping  over  the  speakers,  the  same  smoothies  she  could  probably  make  in  her  sleep  at  this  point.  she’s  halfway  through  making  a  mango  pineapple  one  when  she  hears  a  familiar  voice  that  immediately  makes  her  pause.  her  head  twists around  a  little  too  fast,  surprise  flashing  across  her  face  when  she  sees  them  standing  there.  for  a  second,  she  just  stands  there  holding  the  blender  pitcher,  trying  to  gauge  what  version  of  them  she’ll  get  today.  “hey,”  she  says,  testing  the  waters.  “are  you  here  to  order  or...?”

[connect5]

damian  knows  he  shouldn’t  even  be  here.  stood  in  the  corner  of  the  party  he  said  he  wouldn’t  be  attending,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest,  curls  bouncing  as  he  nods  along  to  the  music  with  his  eyes  closed.  as  soon  as  he  opened  them  his  face  fell  as  he  made  eye  contact  with  the  exact  person  he  lied  to  about  his  whereabouts  tonight.  he  pushes  away  from  the  wall,  making  his  way  over  to  them. the look on their face making him sober up quickly.  “heeey.  what  are  you—  i  thought  you  were—  you  look  nice.” 

[hellrisings]

open to f / nb ♡           ⤿ poppi young, sauté chef, 25.           ⤿ poppi's bf is a dick, and ur muse defending her was the push she needed to realize that there are better, prettier fish in the sea; plot inspo in source!!

                    " thank you, " comes the quiet acknowledgement, eyes fixated on chipped manicure that she hadn't had the time to get touched up, " for what you said. and what you did. " life was hard enough as it was; men were always finding ways to make it worse. " i'm pretty sure you're, like, the best thing in my life. i don't know what i'd do without you. "

[connect5]

“you  don’t  have  to  thank  me  for  the  bare  minimum.”  it’s  not  like  her  defending  poppi  was  a  well-thought  out  act  of  nobility.  it  was  pure  instinct,  disrespectful  words  left  his  mouth  and  the  fist  she  was  icing  now  collided  with  his  jaw.  there  were  few  things  she  hated  more  than  men,  especially  ones  who  took  pride  in  being  assholes  to  their  ethereal  girlfriends.  “that’s—  you  don’t  have  to—“  they  rarely  blushed  or  stumbled  over  their  words  like  this.  this  whole  ordeal  was  pretty  fucking  embarrassing  because  they  didn’t  know  how  to  handle  such  soft  words.  especially  ones  directed  at  them.  “i  can’t  possibly  be  the  best  thing  in  your  life.”

[roamance]

‘   no   one's   forcing   you   to   be   here.   ’   ayoung's   lashes   stay   perfectly   still.   dark   hair   pulls   free,   sliding   from   the   teeth   of   her   tortoiseshell   claw   clip.   ‘   especially   not   me.   ’

@connect5 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 for a starter

[connect5]

“the  literal  contractual  obligation  begs  to  differ”  says  as  she  continues  reading  the  script  in  hand  “trust  me,  if  i  could  be  an  mc  with  anyone  else  i  would  be.”

[dcminions]

KAUCHANI      BRATT      ,      rez      ball      .

˚‧⁺    ･    ˖    ·    IN      THE      SOURCE      ,      you      will      find     two   hundred   &   ninety    four    gifs      (     294     )   .   please      don’t     claim      these      gifs      as      your      own     bc     i     made     them     <    3      .      like      &      reblog      if      you      plan      on      using      them     or      just      enjoy      them       ! 

please  do  not  use  my  gifs  for  hollywood  rps,  tab0o  rps,  or  claim  them  as  your  own  .  you  may  resize  them  or  edit  them  for  personal  use  but  PLEASE  do  not  claim  them  as  your  own  !

tw    :   kissing    ,    drinking    ,    smoking    ,    fighting    .

[lexiresources]

by CLICKING THE SOURCE LINK of this post, you will be redirected to #343 gifs of JALEN THOMAS BROOKS (2001) in OFF CAMPUS SEASON ONE as john tucker. please reblog if editing/using in any way​. ​

[angelicviced]

open  to  ;    anyone connections  requested  ;    partner  ,  one  night  stand  ,  friend  with  benefits.  someone  in  a  rush  to  get  out  of  there.    ect  ect  

small  laugh  left  her  lips  as  she  leaned  against  the  door  frame,  watching  the  other  run  around  trying  to  grab  their  clothes.    "    why  are  you  always  in  a  hurry  to  run  away  .ᐣ    i'm  not  that  scary.  "

[connect5]

actions  halted  at  the  sound  of  aisha’s  voice,  almost  making  her  tip  over  as  she  had  one  leg  in  her  sweatpants  and  the  other  midair.  “because  you  always  make  me  late  for  rehearsals  and  there  are  only  so  many  excuses  i  can  make  before  my  bandmates  start  getting  suspicious.”