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Launched on April 15th, 2020, Crowdedmidnight is a indie roleplaying extravaganza with a whopping 25+ muses! Megara, our fearless leader in her late twenties, keeps the party going with her welcoming and inclusive vibe. This blog is like a big, comfy couch for fandom and alternative universe lovers alike. Megara is a muse magnet, always ready to dive into writing adventures with her eclectic cast of characters. She's a ray of sunshine, spreading joy with headcanon discussions, fabulous gifts for her writer pals, and lively chats about her top OTPs. Join the fun at Crowdedmidnight – where the creativity never sleeps!

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ᴼᵖᵉⁿ ᵀᵒ: males (Mutual & Non-Mutual)

ᴹᵘˢᵉ: Roxie Hart (27 yr old musician & Broadway Darling)

Roxie was up to her elbows in a sea of glitter and garlands, trying to fathom why her parents thought a turkey-shaped piñata would be the perfect centerpiece for their annual festival. Because, really, what says "celebration" quite like a blindfolded swing at a stuffed bird? After inadvertently getting glitter tangled in her hair and nearly choking on a rogue balloon string, she paused to catch her breath. That’s when a familiar face caught her eye, weaving through the festive chaos. "Wait a minute," she mumbled, pushing aside a stray cupcake wrapper, "Is that you, (Your Character Name)?" A giggle bubbled up, and a wide smile spread across her face as she continued, "Oh my gosh, it really is you! The one who tried to convince everyone you were a professional yo-yo champion?” With a smirk, she wiped her hands on her already paint-splattered shirt and strutted over, ready to give him her best 'what on earth happened to you since middle school?' look.

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ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ: anyone (Mutual & Non-Mutual)

ᴍᴜsᴇ: Riley Andrews (42 yr old nurse practitioner)

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: Riley is returning home to her small town for Thanksgiving, and she sees your muse for the first time in a long time.

As Riley eased into the familiar sights of Maplewood, a quaint town where the highlight of the year was the annual pumpkin pie bake-off, she prepared herself for the barrage of questions about her life in the "big city." Little did she know, a surprise awaited her in her parents' living room. Amidst the twinkling tinsel and half-hearted attempts at holiday spirit stood a figure from her past. With her hands tucked into her pockets, she approached, luggage in tow, and said, “Well, I didn’t expect to find you still hanging around here.” She glanced around her family home, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity bubbling within her. Their families had always been close, so it wasn't entirely shocking, yet there was an undeniable thrill in seeing a familiar face. To break the ice, Riley decided to lighten the atmosphere. With a playful grin, she proclaimed, “I’m back to reclaim my title as the town’s ‘Most Unforgettable Element’—right after Aunt Edna’s legendary green bean casserole!” Laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, and she found herself giggling at her own silliness. “Seriously though, I had to say it. Someone really needs to give Aunt Edna a run for her money. So, how have you been?”

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[velvetdesirez]

David stayed silent for a long moment as he looked around the place. He had no idea as to what to say to her or if he could say anything. He watched her with bated breath for some time his mind whirling with multiple thoughts as he tried to make sense of it all. He listened to her words with a raised brow as he found himself sighing softly at her. He now understood her words and found himself nodding his head at her. He had no intentions of continuing this conversation with her any longer as it all seemed so utterly pointless and trivial. And he would much rather focus on something else and something bigger. Right now he would simply worry about the dinner with her and not anything else. He raised his brows at her words and gave her a curt nod. "That was what I was hoping to hear. "He said to her with a charming and charismatic smile as he looked into her eyes. He didn't say anything else to her and for some time he looked into her eyes before thinking his answer through. "I do love a good steak." He responded to her calmly.

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Megan met his gaze, her expression softening, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her eyes. She could sense the tension beneath his charming smile, as if there was more he wanted to say but was choosing not to. Taking a steadying breath, she replied with a gentle smile of her own. "Then steak it is," she said, her tone warm yet cautious. "I think we could both use a night to just… enjoy the moment." She paused, searching his face. "No more heavy talk, at least for tonight. Just good food, good wine, and hopefully, some laughter. Sound good?" She watched him, hoping her words would break through the unspoken tension. "Besides, if there’s one thing I know, you'd be crazy to turn down a perfectly cooked steak," she added, her voice lightening as she teased him gently. "So ready to head next door?" she asked sweetly as she began to stand up. As much as she didn't mind eating bar food, she was actually feeling really hungry and been craving steak all week. "So, tell me any special plans this weekend? Or are you all work and no play type?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

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madelyn chuckled softly. " yeah no, i wish i was the salads and smoothies type of girl. alas i like my burgers, fries, and cheesesteaks." she stated. " this isn't me trying to be a pick me. i just like to eat and that means eating the best food i can possibly eat." and she had meant that. madelyn wasn't the one to cook nor could she actually cook. it was mostly take out and ready to made meals because she couldn't be half assed to learn despite her mom teaching her and her siblings. the femme bit down on her bottom lip when theo spoke as their eyes met. he was right. despite them breaking up after all the arguments and the feeling of drifting apart, here they were talking as if nothing happened between them. hell, she didn't feel angered by him anymore. " it's what happens when we were in each other's lives for a long time." madelyn made her way to the barstool and sat down, resting her elbows on the counter. " old times yes, minus all the yelling and the tension." the smell of the onions and steak infiltrating her nostrils made her stomach rumble. she flipped her hair over her shoulder. " exactly, i should be eating like royalty. i am a queen after all." a small grin appeared on her face before she giggled. " im not complaining i will say. this is nice. it's peaceful. i can't remember the last time we were like this."

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Theo couldn’t help but smile as he listened, catching the lightheartedness in Madelyn’s voice. There was a warmth in their banter that he hadn’t felt in a long time, and for a moment, he let himself just be in it, letting old memories linger in the space between them. He missed doing this with her. He missed spending time with her, but he'd never admit that. Not now anyway. "Yeah, I remember," he replied, smirking as he flipped the steak in the pan. "You always did say you were royalty. And if I remember right, queens don’t settle for salads." He glanced over at her, a playful glint in his eyes. "Besides, if anyone deserves a good burger and cheesesteak, it’s you.” He leaned against the counter, watching her settle in with a familiar ease. “You’re right… this is nice,” he admitted, his voice softer. “Feels like… a truce or something. A reminder of why we worked in the first place, even if it didn’t last.” He paused, meeting her gaze, a touch of sincerity in his eyes. "Just two people, burgers and steaks, no pressure. I can get used to that."

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ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ: males (mutual & Non-mutual)

ᴍᴜsᴇ: Paloma "Poppy" Becerra (32 yr old Speech language pathologist)

ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: crush, best friend, fwb, etc

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: It's 1:30 in the morning, and Poppy feels the urgent need to express what's been weighing on her heart. Whether it was a recent disagreement with your muse or her own struggles that have made her less than pleasant to be around, she’s determined to share her thoughts and feelings—she's truly trying her best.

Poppy took a deep breath, her heart racing as she glanced at the person in front of her, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows on their faces. "You know, sometimes I get in my head about everything—my worries, my fears, all the 'what ifs' that seem to spiral out of control. But every time I do, you always talk me down, grounding me when my thoughts get too wild. And it’s not just about the anxiety; it’s about how you see me, and I can't help but feel there's something more blooming between us. I've tried to push these feelings aside, but every moment we share only makes me realize how much I care about you."

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Wilson had nearly spit out his Jack & coke when Juniper swung the bar doors open with a level of pageantry that even he could envy. She was always a little out there, and that’s what he loved about her. Never a dull moment. He called the bartender over to order the usual for her once she saw him and made a beeline over to the empty bar stool next to him.

“Judgin’ by how sweaty you are right now, I feel like I’m about to hear some outlandish shit. So let’s hear it girl. Sit ya ass down.” He grinned, tapping the stool hurriedly.

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June threw her head back and laughed, sliding onto the stool next to Wilson with dramatic flair. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied, brushing a stray hair from her face. "Outlandish doesn’t even begin to cover it, Wilson." She reached for her drink as the bartender set it down, giving him a grateful nod before turning back to Wilson, her eyes alight. "Imagine this: I'm crammed into a dingy van with a band that smells like they haven’t showered in a week, and their drummer decides it’s story time." She leaned in, lowering her voice for emphasis. "Apparently, they had a run-in with a fan who tried to steal their drumsticks—while they were onstage. Guy just leapt right up there mid-show!" She took a sip of her drink, the cool taste refreshing after a long day. "But I got my interview, sweat and all. And believe me, it was worth it for the material alone. I swear, I can still smell that van, though." She wrinkled her nose, laughing, then gave him a playful nudge. "So, what’s new with you, Mr. Quiet? I bet even you could top that story."

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♡ TATE MCRAE billboard

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FLORENCE PUGH & ANDREW GARFIELD for Bustle Magazine

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“Yup, we can agree on that - but at least it wouldn’t get boring.” Toby laughed as he watched her finishing up the stitches. “Now that does sound like the kind of career I’d enjoy. Where do I sign?” While his doctors would probably disapprove, he wouldn’t mind working as a cookie tester full time. “Give me all the flavors, I’ll test as many as you need me to.” A light chuckle fell from his lips though he was serious about his offer. “I don’t expect anything less from you, Miss perfectionist.” He teased Fallon playfully. “Good thing I’m already a regular at the gym but I’ll definitely sneak in some extra hours. And horror movies are always a good idea. But no movie night without popcorn and nachos. What do you say?” Raising his brow, he stepped closer; it wasn’t like he was trying to distract her from work but he was getting a little bit impatient. “Are you almost done? No pressure but I’m starving and hangry Toby is no fun.”

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Fallon glanced up from her stitches, a smirk dancing on her lips at Toby's playful banter. "Well, I can't have hangry Toby ruining our movie night," she replied, shaking her head teasingly. "I'll do my best to ensure you stay well-fed and not a terrifying version of yourself." She carefully tied off the last stitch, proud to have completed the task, and set down her supplies with a satisfying clatter. "There you go! All done," she said, casually brushing her hands together as if to dust off any remnants of work. "Now, about that cookie tester job—are you sure you wouldn’t get bored of eating delicious cookies all day? I mean, it’s a serious commitment." Her eyes sparkled as she leaned against the counter, knowing how much Toby loved the idea. "But I could always use a sidekick in the kitchen to help with quality control. Maybe you'll come up with some amazing flavors and be the star of the cookie world." Stepping around him, she playfully nudged his arm. "And I don’t think we can have a movie night without nachos, but I’ll personally supervise the popcorn preparation, so it meets my high standards." She paused, raising an eyebrow. "However, if you burn it, I will have to reconsider our friendship. Just a heads up." Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she continued, “So, what horror movie do you want to watch? I’ve been on a classic kick, but I can be persuaded to try something newer. You know I can handle the jump scares, right?” She shot him an exaggerated confident smile, knowing full well that he often found her reaction to horror movies more entertaining than the films themselves. "And hey, since we're talking about 'perfection' here," she added with a chuckle, “what’s your take on the ultimate nacho topping? That’ll definitely set the tone for our cozy night in.” She was genuinely curious, wanting to keep the playful conversation flowing while getting to know his quirks a little better.

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Stella had been sitting at a high top by the bar for about 10 minutes when the door burst open. At the sight of that lovely face and blonde hair, she could help but let out a cheer. "Ms Davis! Ms Davis! Please tell us everything! We've all been clamoring to speak with you." She teased, reaching over and giving Junebug a kiss on the cheek. Then she caught the eye of a waiter, who had no doubt heard the commotion, and mouthed out their order. She had barely sipped her sidecar and was eager to toast. "Okay, sit down and relax and tell me all about it."

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June laughed, settling into the seat across from Stella, her cheeks still warm from the affectionate greeting. "Ms. Davis reporting for duty," she quipped, mimicking a formal salute before leaning in with a grin. "Alright, alright, since you asked so nicely." She gave the waiter a quick smile as he delivered their drinks, then raised her glass toward Stella. "To surviving another week in the trenches of journalism." They clinked glasses, and she took a sip, savoring the tangy taste. "So," June continued, setting down her glass. "Picture this—an overcrowded tour bus, a two-hour delay, and the lead singer who turned out to be way too chatty for someone who hates interviews.” She laughed, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the story. “But I got a few gems, as well as funny tidbits about the band if you're interested and not to mention I’ve already got ideas for the next feature." She leaned back, crossing her legs and looking at Stella with a sly smile. "But enough about work for a sec. What about you? Tell me everything I missed while I was off chasing rock stars and bad coffee."

[dailyhailee]

Coast (Behind the Scenes)

[muse-legion]

Milo was once an ordinary kid who loved to act in school plays and dreamt of bright lights and big stages. Growing up in a small town where everyone knew each other, he had a close-knit family that always encouraged his wild aspirations despite their modest means. Milo’s breakout role came unexpectedly just after high school when a talent scout spotted him performing at a local theater festival. Fast forward ten years, and he found himself navigating the treacherous waters of fame as one of Hollywood's hottest stars — adored by fans yet scrutinized daily by tabloids. Despite his meteoric rise, Milo remained grounded, often reflecting on the values imparted to him during those formative years.

Today marked a rare day off from filming, something equally precious and hard to come by in a life filled with set schedules and promotional events. He spent it nestled comfortably at Nicole’s apartment—a friend since childhood whose laughter resonated like home for him amidst the chaos of fame. As they reminisced over shared memories while perched on her worn but cozy couch, the warm aroma of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air—a mouthwatering blend of chocolate chip sweetness mixed with nostalgia reminding him that some things never changed. “I’m not scared easily. Let the ghost live!” He mused at her question though she knew him well; his schedule didn’t leave much room for spare time. “You know I have a weak spot for those” Milo grinned, pointing at the cookies. While he didn’t believe in ghosts, he was more than happy to play along; if only to draw a smile from Nicole. “Not when it comes to you and the cookies.” He teased back, pausing before he added. “No but seriously, sharing is caring but the question is… would the ghost share with us too?

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Nicole chuckled, grabbing one of the cookies and breaking it in half. She handed him a piece, shaking her head with a playful grin. “Oh, I bet the ghost would be all about these cookies,” she teased, leaning back into the couch. “I mean, haunting’s gotta work up an appetite, right? Who wouldn't want a chocolate chip cookie after centuries of spooking people?” She smiled warmly, watching him with that familiar ease they’d always shared, her eyes softening as she took in the moment. "And don’t even pretend you’d give up these cookies, Mr. Hollywood. You may have fancy catered meals now, but I know where your heart really is,” she said, raising a brow. “Right here—with homemade cookies and bad ghost stories on a creaky old couch." Nicole gave him a gentle nudge, trying to hide her smile. “So, what’s the plan? Do we leave an offering of cookies to keep the ghost happy, or do we keep the cookies all to ourselves? Because I think we should keep them all to ourselves, while we watch one a really cheesy movie, what do you think?"

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ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ: anyone (mutual & Non-mutual) (m if romantic)

ᴍᴜsᴇ: Layla Parker (34 yr old Receptionist)

ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: friends, best friends, boyfriend, fiancé, etc

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: Just a weekly hang out among busy friends.

Layla Parker lounged on her oversized bean bag, scrolling through her phone like the queen she was, golden sunlight streaming through her window and casting a warm glow over the room. With a playful roll of her eyes, she looked up at her friends, who were debating whether to attempt a TikTok dance challenge. “Well, it can’t hurt, I suppose—unless you embarrass me. Then you might find yourself hurting in a whole manner of ways,” she quipped, arching an eyebrow with a smirk that could only be described as mischievous. “Because honestly, if my flawless reputation takes a hit because of your two left feet, I might just have to unleash the ultimate revenge: posting every awkward moment to my story.” Layla then turns to the person next to her and ask, "What do you think?"