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so I’m running a fever and aldfk am really sick so I’ll probably be off for a couple days until I get better, please keep me in your prayers I feel like im dyING.
Some opposite ROMANTIC PAIRINGS that would make a good plot…
I had some ideas and thought I could share to help people with plots ideas and pairings!
Lawyer/Accused
A person is falsely accused and has everything to lose because of their reputation so a lawyer decides to help them to win the trial.
Soviet Spy/American Spy (Cold War Setting)
Two spies hiding as common people a suddenly fall in love with each other only to discover their true identities.
Royalty/Politician
A person from a royal family establishes a quite intimate relationship with a politician/Prime Minister.
Film Critic/Movie Star
A very rough and rude film critic falls in love with the movie star they’ve been criticing all long.
Professor/Student
The common romance between a teacher and their student.
Lower Class Person/Upper Class Person
Love can cross any boundaries, even those built by social status and money.
Tourist/Citizen
A tourist doesn’t do a well planification for their trip and end up lost in a town with only the help of a citizen that hasn’t had contact with foreign people.
Cop-Firefighter-Doctor/Victim
After almost dying in a tragic accident/crime, a thankful victim begins to fall in love with their rescuer.
Artist/Scientist
A humanist artist and a pasaionated scientist share their worlds to the other one resulting in a romantic relationship.
Hope that helps you all to come up with something!
cheiian·:
❝HONESTLY?❞ he began, gaze drifting away from his nails and to the other male. ❝shut the fuck up, nobody listens to you anyway right now. They’re all worried about their families and friends❞ the last words spoken in a more mocking tone than anything really. Marco didn’t worry about anyone but himself. ❝stop acting like you’re the boss around here, gosh … this is a TRAIN, not the white house❞
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❝ look here you little shit.. ❞ he struggles to keep his voice composed because he doesn’t want this little asshole to know he’s pissed him off as much as he has. what kind of person just sat there trying to be as unhelpful, as annoying as possible. ❝ if you’ve got nothing to contribute, you can pipe down and shut the fuck up yourself. go chill in one of the other carts, considering you cant actually do anything looking like you haven’t had a fix in months.. ❞ he rolls his eyes, obviously disgusted with this piece of shit in front of him.
tintedpeach·:
He had never really thought of them being a possibility. She seemed way out of his league no matter what way he thought about it and while he tried to give himself credit where it might be due, his self esteem was nearly non-existent. Most if not all Huidam’s life had been filled with violence and murder, the most he thought about himself was that he was some kind of monster and he had no right to fall in love and possibly begin a family when he had ripped apart and destroyed so many others.
Then again, was what he was feeling love? He had never experienced the emotion before. Byungho and him were close and in ways he looked at him as if he were some magical older brother but these days he had put distance between them and it was beyond frustrating. He never thought that he was below him, more that he was in gratitude and would do whatever was needed but it seemed like now he was working hard on establishing barriers that hadn’t existed prior. Nonetheless, while Huidam had cared for others, they hadn’t really seemed to care for him, at least, not until Aphrodite came along.
The feeling of her fingers locking around his wrists has hi halting his movements, his pulse betraying him as his heart beat soars and his eyes glaze over. Perhaps, just this once he could be selfish. Just this once, would he let himself slip and go after what he truly wanted. Sure, he might have been a monster, but god damn he had be dreaming about her for so long, he had to do something. So he kneels in front of her, his hands cupping against her round, soft cheeks and brings her in for a kiss.
the silence between them is nearly unbearable and she feels as if she might simply combust the longer he stares at her. has she done wrong? was letting her feelings get the best of her a mistake? she doesn’t want to cause huidam anymore stress than he already has on his plate, in fact she strides to be a calm and stable presence whenever he comes home so he doesn’t have to think about what lays outside the walls of their home together. yet aphrodite feels as if every day that she does this, she gets closer and closer to reaching a breaking point. she loves him...god, she’s known that for a while now but she also knows how huidam views himself and so she waits and says nothing because what if she is the reason he is agonizing?
she didn’t imagine it would go like this the day she’d sat on his lap at the request of byungho -- she’d simply been a gift to them but as they talked she realized it wouldn’t be hard to fall for him. yet still it had been a surprising twist, the same surprise she felt when he spills forward onto his knees in front of her and rests those big, calloused hands against the softness of round cheeks. she wants to say something, anything but she never gets the chance because almost as soon as she realizes what’s happening she feels his lips soft against her own.
her reaction is automatic, the way her breath hitches slightly and her hands immediately grip onto his shirt as if she might float away without him. her response feels almost desperate, hands sliding around his torso and pulling him to her because she wants to make sure that she’s not dreaming. that the kiss that they are sharing now, passionate and insistent on her end, is not part of her imagination.
yecmwon·:
@detrimcntals // liked for a random starter!
“Get the fuck off me,” Jokwon mumbles through a cigarette hanging halfway out of his mouth, irritation apparent in both his vocal tone and body language. “It’s too hot and you’re too fucking close.” He begins to scramble around in his pockets looking for his lighter, swearing under his breath when he realizes he must have dropped it somewhere. The werewolf turns his gaze to the person beside him, looking completely unamused. “Did you steal my lighter? I’m gonna punch you in the damn throat..”
❝ arent you a moody little shit today.. ❞ a scoff, something that sounds more like a weird breath than anything else exits his petals. what is he supposed to do with this arrogant little werewolf? he does oblige and move further away from where he is carefully standing, collapsing his elegant frame into a chair not so far from where he’s standing as his blank face carefully shifts into something more like irritation to mirror his. wordlessly he holds up his fingers as black flame flickers across them for a few moments before disappearing into nothingness. ❝ why would I need to steal you shitty lighter? think before you speak, it's not my fault your irresponsible... ❞ werewolves are always so moody, it’s annoying.
yecmwon·:
Cerberus glances up from his half eaten chicken wing with a look of pure stupidity written across his features. He blinks once, twice, and then begins to tear into the flesh of the dead bird in a messy manner. After a few moments, the beast licks his lips and watches Mercy for a few moments. “I miss ancient wine. The delicious stuff from Ancient Greece that my master used to bring home.” Slowly, a grin crosses his features. He’s never been the kind of deity to hide who he is.. because he’s so fucking dumb. But he also hasn’t quite figured out exactly what Mercy is either.
he’s messy but what can she expect from a pup? in fact the sight is almost amusing to observe and so that’s what she does -- her habit of watching people, learning their habits, dissecting their reasons for them has become quite the hobby. what else did you do with infinity? ❝ greek wine was really good but I preferred chinese spice wine...they knew what to do with it. that and some plums, at night in the middle of summer? that was bliss. ❞ she sighs, as if missing the times where she could but it didn’t do well to dwell. she would have so many things to think about if she did. ❝ but liquor is great..I’m a huge fan of tequila these days. I could drink it and nothing else considering it takes forever for me to get drunk. is that what happens when you’ve been alive for centuries? how does dionysus cope? ❞
yecmwon·:
Irritation washes over Jiho’s entire being, and he doesn’t attempt to hide it. Stress tenses his shoulders, eyes full of hatred as he stares upon the man that is his biological father.. but he’s never been a father to Jiho, and he certainly has never earned the affectionate childish title of ‘daddy’ when Jiho was a toddler. “So did I,” he murmurs under his breath, not daring to avert his gaze from Phobos’ face. “I’m not looking for your approval either way, so I really don’t give a fuck if you’re impressed or not. What do you want?”
❝ do you kiss your mother with that mouth...you know, whoever she is. ❞ because she is irrelevant, just like jiho is irrelevant. what need did phobos have for a halfling child? that’s his general view on all of his ‘children’ that they were a waste of the powers that they had...but he was special anyway, wasn’t he? he couldn’t even manifest those properly. he does have some courage considering how he’s glaring at him like this but it only amuses the stuck up god who is sitting directly in front of him. ❝ and what could you possibly do that would make me want anything from you..? ❞ he scoffs, rolling his eyes as if that alone is ridiculous. ❝ I’m just making my rounds, shouldn’t you be happy your father even remembers you exist..? ❞
tiredblushs·:
the laughter continues at the mention of her cute lil friend. ah , deku. deku was adorable and sweet and so kind to her always – but. she really loved him like a brother. arms wrap around his shoulders as her fingertips toy with the ends of his hair. hey , he hasn’t pushed her off yet. she’s trying to see how affectionate she could get before he blasts her ass off into another dimension. “ why do you say that ? “ she inquires , head tilting as she shifts her body so she’s a tad more comfortable in his lap. “ you’re cute. and you’re dedicated. and when you’re not being a total big meanie – you’re kinda nice. “ nice in his own ways. sunny knows hwan doesn’t like to show it often. he always has to have this arrogant facade and stone cold face on at all times. but after working with him for so many years – and going to school with him for most of her teenage life – she can see he’s not all bad as he makes himself out to be. a soft purr and she’s nuzzling into the man’s neck. “ you can be a dumb ass nerd sometimes too. “ she whispers before another string of giggles fall from rosy petals.
❝ because it’s true..you’re a good girl and I’m a bad boy, we don’t fit. ❞ he’d always assumed that she was in love with deku considering they always hung out when they were growing up and even now that they were professionals. sure, he didn’t hate him as much as he had before but he still can’t stand his obnoxiously terrible personality that tries hard no matter the situation. she’s a lot like that, she’s a lot like deku in hat way. though something of a blush lightly tinges his tan skin as she shifts on his lap and he growls a little under his breath because god damn it, why is she being so affectionate right now? is this liquid courage? if so, she can’t ever drink around him again. ❝ I’m not cute..devestatingly handsome maybe, but not cute. I’m not nice either. ❞ he wants to push her off him but he still doesn’t, tightening his arms tighter around her waist as if it would be hard to do it. ❝ I’m going to blast your ass into space, angel face..who the fucks a nerd? not me! ❞ he can’t believe the audacity of this damn woman right now, a scoff leaving his lips. ❝ you can’t drink anymore, you’re getting on my nerves.. ❞
saewooboiis·:
“mE?!” he exclaims, lazily picking up his shoulders off of the bed as if it will help her see him better. “you love mE the most?! no…No, i don’t believe that. you can’t!” he snorts gently and laughs quietly to himself. “….do you?” he looks at her through bleary eyes, the jovial mood he had just been in dropping like a fly. “wh…then…i’m…why…aren’t we…y’know? …..together?” despite the intense intoxication, he was absolutely dumbfounded by the fact that she had just said she loved him the most. out of everything in the world, why him?
the way he picks his shoulder up jostles her head from him and she whines without really caring how it sounds, opening those pretty blood shot eyes to focus on his face as he seems surprised by her admission. isn’t it obvious? hasn’t it always been obvious? she thinks it has been considering that nayeon doesn’t even confront her feelings on a regular basis but here she is, pouring her drunk little feelings onto the bed like a god damn party foul. ❝ I do.. ❞ she tells him with a shrug of her own shoulders as she settles down into his pillow that she’s highjacked. ❝ you’ve never told me you liked me...even now you’re not saying it. ❞ she points out tiredly, eye closing again as if resting them might take away the ache. ❝ and you’ve never asked.. ❞
seungjecnga·:
[ @detrimcntals / sc. ft weihua ]
hand holding the other’s palm delicately, it’s not uncommon for weihua to do random readings when she’s out on the streets. sometimes she’d be stopped at dejian’s sweets shop by some housewives and grandmothers out with their children, asking for some sort of promising sign that their child would become someone great. of course, she knows that no one wants to hear bad things about their future, nor did she want to lie so she tells half— truths mixed with some advice with hopes of changing whatever fate she read in the palms and whatever she read from the signs the gods had given to her through the various tools she had and sometimes even conjuring up a talisman for them to take home. weihua waves a farewell to the mother and child, feeling a set of eyes digging into her back. the shamaness turns to look at the source before offering a smile, “ are you looking for a reading ?? ” she asks, voice soft.
over her years alive, there were many things that genevieve couldn’t really begin to fathom. mortals and their fascination with the supernatural, with gods and obssessing with ideas that they are more than little blood bags with the favors of many gods alike. she wouldn’t say it was fascinating to see ( what is fascinating to her ) but for some reason she can’t take her eyes off the woman who is giving someone a reading of some sorts based on the palm of her hand. she wants to scathingly ask what it is that she thinks she can see in lines or what pre destined bullshit she’s spouting to the content little lady that scurries off. ❝ do you think I need one..? ❞ voice sickly sweet she glides over with all the grace of a woman who had lived for hundreds of years as she slides on the smile that was in her tone. ❝ I would love to hear what it is you see..shamaness. ❞
seungjecnga·:
[ @detrimcntals / sc. ft RENSHU ]
perhaps it was a lack of foresight to have gone by himself while ronghao was busy gathering supplies…but something was enticing him to go there, almost as if his feet was ENCHANTED to walk this lesser known road. despite where his feet guided him, almost as if his own body was in a TRANCE, renshu still managed to gather enough mental focus to remain clear— minded ( bless his younger sister’s talismans that decorate the inner lining of his worn hanfu ). the only sound that resonates against the olden walls was the sound of his shuffling feet, the rustling of his robes and the whispering winds. something doesn’t feel RIGHT here. his hand immediately curls around the handle of his blade, feeling the red tassel on the end tickle his knuckles, the hair on the back of his neck stands. “ who’s there ?? ” he calls, hoping to be speaking to no one.
she’s not surprised the mortal has found his way here into the lands she’s claimed as her own -- something about a vampire’s dwelling is always interesting, enticing and she’s had her fair share of them who have entered only to never return if she had been hungry. centuries old and yet there was very few things that could curb her appetite -- curiosity being one of them. she knows he’s not a normal humans considering his cognitive function is in tact despite her best magics and that alone makes her cock an eyebrow before she takes her time in coming from the shadows. no need to cause him to jump to try and kill her, it would be a shame to snap his neck. ❝ you’re far from home, little one.. ❞ it’s not said to be comforting to him as she smiles, just barely amused as eyes that stared back in vivid crimsons instead of her usual gold. ❝ don’t you know it’s dangerous to go wandering alone? ❞
crimefollowed·:
there’s people everywhere & mason can’t stop the feeling of anxiety rising like bile in his throat . it’s been a while since he’s walked these paths & seen this many people & he can’t say his reintegration is going smoothly . all he wants is somewhere familiar so he pushes through the crowds till he finds the old internet cafe he used to frequent . instead of the feeling of relief , disappointment floods him as he arrives to find the cafe closed for business . the shutters are beginning to rust & graffiti covers them . the boy frowns before turning to the person hanging around on their phone . “ excuse me ?? do you know when this place got closed down ?? ”
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he’s not expecting a voice that can only be directed at him, who else is leaning against this shitty building that he’s talking about? ❝ you haven’t been around for a while, right? if you’re asking that question.. ❞ the hacker can’t help the almost assholish way this comes across, smile spreading across his lips as he gently raps one of the shutters with his knuckle. ❝ five years give or take..it’s a shame, this is the only place you could do shady shit and no one even questioned it ❞ back when he was still learning to hack and didnt have his own computer, this is where he would come to brush up on his skills. look at him, now he’s getting nostalgic.
crimefollowed·:
the sun has gone down & jaxon is doing his last round of the sanctuary before heading to bed . he’s not expecting any visitors tonight so he takes his time , saying goodnight to all the dogs & filling up their food & water bowls . the sound of approaching footsteps gets all the animals worked up again & barking at the possible intruder . jaxon gets to his feet , already weary of the situation . “ hello ?? ” he calls into the darkness , waiting for some kind of response so he can figure out how to proceed .
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❝ it’s nice to see your dogs are just as rowdy as you are.. ❞ the spy masters voice filters in long before her form becomes evident, shadows casting long over her usually pretty face. the truth was that after a mission gone wrong, she was looking like shit and she just didn’t want to show him because it wasn’t the mark of one of the best black market spies to look like she’d just left an abusive boyfriend. ❝ I know I didn’t call but I need some supplies for a very surprising mission.. ❞ it might have had to do with revenge, it might have had something to do with her bruised ego but he didn’t need to know that. though, she probably should have made some indication that she was coming,oh well. she was here now.
TO DO LIST ( JULY 24TH, 2019 )
all my replies, people have been waiting tbh
finish the lore for my exo aliens and post them
add a couple more categories and characters that i’ve been thinking on
actually eat something since I’m hungry
post some random starter ( ? )
post a starter call / do those starters by the end of today
look around for some new people to follow
end the day hopefully being productive tbh
today was another emotionally draining day for me so I’m probably going to put most threads on the back burner tonight. I’ll be working on some edits and some characters so please come bother me on discord ( THICC INTERGALACTIC YAMS™#4904 ) with memes and general fuckery and head canons?? or in the ims?? I would love it if you did tbh.
pseudonyist·:
the nickname NEVER fails to spike irritation across his usually composed features. his misleadingly warm eyes swirl with a little more ferociously than usual. it’s funny how even how the ugly feelings swirl so passionately in his gut , compelling him to only feel HATRED towards her. everything he once had was snatched from him at HER command. much like her foolish and misguided followers , he had put his life into worshiping and exalting her name only to be exiled when it crossed into fanaticism. his eyes were newly baptized from his foolish notions of praise. there was NO god but himself. they say he is the selfish and petty one but was he not provoked first by an arrogant god ? now , he was merely interested in self-preservation. ❝ how kind of you to think of someone other than yourself for once. how is mortal life treating you ? tragically , i hope. ❞
isn’t it almost tragic the way his eyes light up with malice, with hate when he gazes upon her? it seems millennia that have passed did nothing to ease his temper and she almost sighs as if she’s disappointed by the whole thing. ❝ I think of you often...my other children...you can’t paint me in a bad light because of your own arrogance. ❞ detached and careful she stirs the ice in her drink with the hot pink bendy straw, wrapping her lips around it and taking a generous mouthful. even now he is still her favorite but surely he doesn’t know that -- she’s never forgotten him but his arrogance has becoming more dangerous as time goes on. after all, what doesn’t god know? ❝ you’re too beautiful to be so salty, lucifer.. ❞ a waste, some people might think as she finally turns her eyes to him and settles with a pretty smile. ❝ but mortal life is vastly interesting -- these humans intent on their self destruction, I like to watch.. ❞
I had every intention of doing my drafts tonight but after a particularly awful conversation with my grandmother, I’m just not in the mood. I’m sorry to everyone waiting but I promise that, at least by the weekend I will have everything done since I’m getting a 4 day so. in the mean time I’ll be doing characters and maybe threading on discord so if you’re interested in writing with me there or plotting just like this and I’ll come bother you. if you guys want to send me memes or whatever that would be super appreciated too.