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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭 (𝟐𝟏, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐦𝐭 +𝟓:𝟑𝟎). 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬.
𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠:
𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬
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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬
i really want to get back into writing but given that my law internship has taken over my life and my soul, i think discord is the best way for me to write rn.
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Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful.
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@diortm
Bizarrely, Archer always preferred the journalists who clearly didn’t rate him or who obviously didn’t want to be there. Some just didn’t like his music or the assignment, whilst others felt he was simply a product of nepotism given his father and grandfather were Asher and Roman Wilde, rockstars in their own rights. Regardless of the reasons, it gave Archer a challenge to relish for the conversation rather than one where he simply had to go through the motions. So, as Audrey barely and begrudgingly agreed to his question before asking if they could continue with the interview, Archer’s smirk turned to a grin and he laughed too. “Fire away, throw anything you’ve got at me,” Archer told her, tone undoubtedly smug and teasing as he said it.
He listened to the topics for conversation that she reeled off and the more routine ones earned a mere shrug from Archer. As Audrey mentioned wildly inappropriate questions however, his eyes lit up and the cocksure grin returned to his lips. “Deal, I can do all that, especially the wilder ones… Wilde by name, wild by nature, right?” Archer mused, another laugh coming from him at his own joke. If his ego hadn’t been on Cloud Nine before then Audrey’s promise that she’d write him up to be the next Mick Jagger certainly did the trick, the statement making Archer’s grin grow and his eyes positively sparkle as he replied. “That would be delightful, my dear, and of course I’d need to find a way to say thanks if you successfully put me in the same breath as Mick… that’d exceed even my father and grandfather’s reputations in this business.”
audrey realised the rockstar's ego was already the size of a planet, but he seemed easy-going enough in a slightly disarming way. "you don't need to thank me, it's kind of my job. i mean these are not interviews where anyone is expected to actually be a journalist. no, because that would require me to be at least a little hostile, which i'm not allowed to do because my editors would be too scared that you'll walk out the door if i did that. all i'm supposed to do is paint a picture, as rosey as possible." her words did sound as if she was complaining about the soft task, but she'd never enjoyed being asked to throw away her integrity and write a piece where the subject wouldn't be challenged in any way.
when he invited on the more 'wilder' questions, audrey decided to jump at the opportunity. "alright. the whole world knows the wilde family's connection to rock. and also it's reputation to the rockstar-lifestyle. i mean your grandfather's legendary when it comes to living up to the old phrase: 'drugs, sex and rock n roll'. are you finding your life on the road is much like his?" it was a major guideline of her profession that if you were interviewing someone about their personal life, you had to keep it veiled. but to get information out of someone in that manner, you needed the time and patience to tease it out of them. audrey didn't have either. "or do you perhaps, feel a pressure to match his reputation? exceed it, even?" what reader didn’t want to hear about a rockstar’s exploits on the road, surely her editor had to love this.
if anyone wants to do a princess diaries 2 inspired plot with my girl helena or andrea i will love u forever
open to: f / nb muse: theodore “theo” ioane. 23-27. he/him. nfl quarterback. connection: most likely currently dating plot: in the source. * please read my rules before replying :)
“it feels like you’ve just been waiting to push me away ever since we got back together.”
“you’re the one who kissed your ex, yet i’m the one who’s pushing you away?” elena asked, incredulously. “you’re unbelievable.”
open to: f.
plot: your muse has found out max’s secret, and instead of turning him in she wants to convince him to kill for her.
he was dumbfounded. when she had caught him the other night, he thought this conversation was going to be after he got put behind bars. he didn’t even have time to try to explain himself before the proposition. “i’m… sorry, you think it’s… hot?” he questioned, not thinking that anyone would find that aspect of him hot. he was blessed with good looks (like all of the wolfe family), but he thought his twisted, sick need would never be accepted. “i… uh, thanks,” he murmured, looking sheepish. she was the first girl who praised him for something he felt made him a monster. and suddenly? he felt like she was the love of his life. “did you call me to come over just because you wanted to say that, or is there more?” god, he hoped there was more.
what could ophelia say, she’d always liked the darker side of people. and the more darkness there was to see, the more appealing the person became to her “oh yes, it’s sexy in a noir sort of way. don’t you know honey, villains are all the rage nowadays.” she stated, almost admiring him from where she stood. “i did want to express my, let’s call it ‘appreciation’, in person but thats not the only reason i invited you, no.” she admitted. as much as she had a hundred questions and even more comments about his little secret, she decided those could wait for another time. “so, we’ve established that you kill. but have you ever killed for someone?” there was almost a gleam in her eye as she asked the question. “or to put it more directly: how willing would you be to kill someone, if i asked you to? because theres someone who’s become... a bit of a nuisance in my life.”
lcvebirds:
“you can not tell me that you’re not a mariah carey fan. come on, baby. let me see a smile on your face. just one.” he’d always been a christmas kind of guy. even more than that, he loved all holidays but victoire had been different from the first moment they met. he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, “dance with me. enjoy the song with me. the holidays aren’t that bad.” arthur assured. the two were so different, especially in times like this but he was still going to attempt to get a smile on her face before the holidays were over.
“arthur, i have a lot of work left--” she was about to give an excuse but as his arms wrapped around her waist, she begrudgingly stopped for a second. “i can dance and enjoy on something other than a christmas song too, you know. something a little more romantic, even.” she suggested instead, putting her arms over his shoulders. “my family just didn’t do a big christmas okay? it’s never been a big deal.” she’d told him only vaguely about her parents not being around much for vic and her sister (never delving into too much detail since she hated to be someone who complains), and christmas hadn’t been an exception. it was just one date that was a part of the winter season for her, not something she could get excited over. “besides, all the traffic, and the annoying songs and the commercials trying to sell you five hundred things -- it’s not exactly as magical as its made out to be.”
waveofstars:.
He had been waiting all morning for this moment. Between an early morning zoom call and making her breakfast while listening to Bing Crosby’s Christmas hits, he was counting down the minutes in his head until he heard her gripes that would come from his little prank. Wearing a particularly goofy smile, he looked at her happily as she scowled. “I’d actually love to see that happen.” The mental image of her attempting to toss him in the snow was even better than hearing that overplayed Christmas tune. Will stood there and thinned his lips, a guilty expression had taken over. Why? Because the Christmas propaganda certainly did not stop there. He stepped aside and showed the breakfast he cooked up - the breakfast essentials of eggs, and bacon, but most importantly some pancakes in the shape of poorly constructed Christmas trees. “I suppose you’re not going to like this breakfast then.”
“oh, well then, you’ve got it.” she promised when he said he’d love for her to toss him out in the snow. but what concerned her now, was the look on will’s face. she immediately knew something was up. “oh, there’s more, isn’t there.” she walked over and peered down at the breakfast that had been prepared for her, and even with the unnecessary festive theming it was a cute gesture she had to admit. “you absolute bastard.” she grabbed a folk and took a bite, before turning to will. “i really don’t like you right now.” she stated with a deadpan delivery, then leaning in and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “they’re delicious, thank you.” she added. “you’re still not putting up a christmas tree in this house.” vic’s parents had never been around much, even during the holidays. all she remembered of christmas was her keeping her younger sister company, trying to make the holiday fun for her but vic herself didn’t have much fondness for the holidays. “its my house and it has a strict no tree rule.” she restated.
belovdsins:
He couldn’t even hold back his laughter. It wasn’t his fault that the opportunity arose and she had left her phone unattended for a little too long. “Your code was easy to crack and with the opportunity there, I couldn’t not take it. Doesn’t it just make you happy?” He could have chosen a less annoying song but it never felt like christmas with Mariah singing somewhere. “I figured that you’d know how to change it or hear it soon enough with how much your phone is going off all the time.”
“no, it doesn’t ‘just make me happy’!” victoire didn’t get why she couldn’t just go through the month like she normally would, without the holiday cheer being forced upon her. “samuel kennedy, i have an unbelievable amount of work and mariah carey does not help in making my surroundings conducive for a working environment. it does the opposite.” vic, the famous workaholic was determined to spend her holidays as productively as she could. “if i so much as hear the words ‘queen of christmas’ while i’m trying to look at balance sheets, i will strangle you.”
mcrlinn:
“Still as observant as ever, Bateman.” Amy sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes at him. One of the biggest downsides of dating his younger brother, even if it was only casually, was running into the one guy from high school she had been the happiest to never have to see again. “Might have something to do with you being a colossal asshole, ever think of that?”
“senior year’s long gone, howard, yet you’re still acting like a vengeful teenager. you know, you’ve had it out from me since high school for no fucking reason.” he declared. had there been anything he might have actually done against amy, he had conveniently forgotten at that point. “i feel like most of the reason you’re even dating sean is to get on my nerves.” and boy, did seeing amy howard of all people with his brother get on his last nerve like nothing else “or perhaps, just so you have an excuse to see me all the time.” he sarcastically added with a wink.
lcvebirds:
“what gave me away, hm?” the woman asked, cocking her eyebrow at the man. sutton wasn’t one to control the expressions on face and she wanted the other to know how she felt about him. he was an asshole and she had no problem telling him that, and they both knew that. “you’re an asshole to your brother for what reason? because you think you’re better than him? please enlighten me, scott. what makes you better? your job?”
scott snorted incredulously once he found out the reason she didn’t like him. “you’re being a bitch to me because i give shit to my brother? he’s my fucking brother!” sure, scott had always been a bit of a bully towards his brother sean, but hey, that was how all older brothers were, right? “you’ve know him, what, all of five minutes? you might want to stay out of it, darling.” he wasn’t going to be told off for some good hearted ribbing at the dinner table like he was a middle schooler. “and yeah, i make more money than him. i know it, he knows it, and its all fine, no one cares if a couple of jokes are made about it around the dinner table.” he shrugged.
belovdsins:
“What could have ever given you that impression?” She had started dating his brother and while the idea of going to his family’s home for Christmas sounded fun, she hadn’t taken his elder brother into account. From the moment she’d met him, she couldn’t stand being around him. She’d known his family for a long time but had hoped that Scott Bateman would have stayed away for the holiday season. “Yourself. That’s what you’ve done, breathed and been yourself.”
“for one thing, i’m pretty sure you roll your eyes every time i walk into a room.” either she really did do it every time or scott had noticed her roll her eyes at him once and had decided to exaggerate for dramatic effect, by this point he didn’t even really remember but that was how he felt. “been myself? me, i’m fucking delightful.” and the man truly believed that, marisol was merely an anomaly in the general pattern. “no, it sounds like you’ve just decided to sit on your high horse and hate me for no reason. and you’re ruining christmas because of that.” he accused. “you really need to get over yourself if you’re gonna stay here.”
rosesonbreeze:
Damien and Andrea
“Just a little.” It’s petulant and petty. Two thing that the otherwise reasonable Andrea was not. But it couldn’t be helped. At least, not in Damien’s company. Even in the before times, he’d teased out a side of her that was bursting with emotion and passion. It only made sense that the after-effect would linger, long after they’ve broken up and the wounds of the heartache had healed. “Peachy. Tell me more about your sex life.” She goaded on, her eyes turned to anything but Damien. Her focus lands on the fireplace, shoulders pivoted away. Damien could make his case, but there was no prerequisite about staring into his puppy dog eyes while he did it.
“Stop it. Stop being so glib and dry.” It’s what she once loved about him. Damien’s sense of practicality, married with his wit, made for more spirited conversation than anyone they ever went to college with. Easy as it was to fall in love with his good looks, or his talent… But it’s the core of who he is that Andrea loved. It made it all the more infuriating to see that same spirit alive and well. “I wasn’t mad at you because you were chasing after what you love.” Andrea says in exasperation, turning her heel. The resolve to remain disinterested dissipates. Almost too quickly, for her liking. “I was proud of you. With how hard you worked, and the things you achieved as a result.” An important distinction. She’d never crucify Damien for being a success. That, too, was a piece of him she loved. “I just thought that I was something you loved, too. Something you’d run for, instead of away from.” She rubs her temples with her fingers, a headache already coming on. They’ve had this fight before. In several versions, over several missed holidays and dates.
“What does it matter, Damien?” Andrea mutters through sealed eyelids. “That’s history now.”
he couldn't help the small smile that came on his lips hearing andrea say she was proud of him, and just as naturally as it had appeared, it dimmed hearing how she thought he had been trying to run away from her. "it matters because it doesn't have to be history. shit, i think for me its never been history. i still love you." he hadn't admitted the same out loud before, saying those words felt like a weight off his chest. "from the day i saw you at that fucking frat party on campus till the day i packed up my bags and moved out, through all the days without you after that - i've never stopped loving you. and i am going to do everything to make this work, because i don't want to lose you again." there was a steel in his promise, determination in his eyes.
"i don't care what you want me to do to prove it to you. you want me to beg? i'll fucking beg." he threatened, his usual inflated sense of ego having apparently left him at the thought of loosing her. "just tell me and i'll do it. anything." he was trying to keep the confidence and strong-willed tone to the forefront and keep the actual desperation he felt pushed back. "and for the record, i was never running away from you, in trying to run towards making my game better i just lost sight of us for a second. and it was just a second, because as soon as i walked out the door i knew i should have stayed." he admitted, having spent countless nights playing that last fight over and over again in his head. “and as soon as i walked in here, i knew this time i am not budging. because somehow you’ve gotten even hotter, and i honestly didn’t think that was possible.” he couldn’t help slipping in one cheeky remark in what he hoped was an otherwise seriously convincing rant.
rosesonbreeze:
Rosette and Fred
He’s made a career out of well-articulated opinions and countermeasures. No one balances fact, emotion, and ego as well as Frederick Wakefield. It’s what puts him at the top of the legal field, and crosses the cultural borders so wonderfully. But for all his points and measures… He’s never met a match, like Rosette. Yes, his opponents would argue his case. But Rosette knew him to his bones. She undressed his ego and arrogance, speaking right to the soul of the wayward man in front of her. It was humbling, and Fred’s Adam’s apple bobs underneath the scrutiny of Rose’s eyes. She’s right about all of it. The selfishness of the action. The insensitivity of the timing. Even the very real man, behind the title fiance.
This wasn’t some romantic comedy, where the mediocre best friend gets the girl simply because he speaks his mind. He and Rose are flesh and bone, as are the very real things between them.
“Because I wasn’t sure, then!” Fred exclaims, dark eyes throbbing with desperation. “I didn’t think I could do this. Be good enough for you. Be present enough. I didn’t know if I could love you right.” Rosette could hate him forever, and he wouldn’t blame her. But if their friendship is on the cusp of going up in flames, then he at least owed it to her to be honest. “I know that.” He whispers, voice lowered at her admonishment. His shoulders slump, guilt building in his chest. “I know that he’s good. I know that he loves you.” it’s simple, in that sense. Any man that would love her, had to be a good man. “And this is… This could be the worst thing I’ve ever done.” Fred clears his throat, a vain attempt to keep the hurt and self-frustration at bay. “And I’m sorry, Rose. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.” His eyes flick upwards, desperate now for her to put an end to this tether. “Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll walk away and leave you be.”
if rose couldn't imagine hurting her fiance, the same was equally true for the man she loved. she could feel the hurt fred was feeling in the moment, and it was breaking her heart to be the cause behind it. the desperate look in his eyes made her want to admit to returning the feeling instantly. but she couldn't, the the weight of the engagement ring sitting on her finger reminded her. she looked away from his face, "we can't be having this conversation." even if she couldn't confirm she returned his feelings, she knew she would never get away with lying to the person who knew her and all her tells so well. she decided to instead bury the subject instead. it was taking every ounce of self control in her to stand her ground, "what good would this do when i told you i could never be the person who left him at the altar?"
don't look at him, don't look at him, a voice in her head kept telling her because she knew if she saw his expression, saw love in his eyes, love for her, her resolve would break. she started ranting as she paced, "all my life i've been the reckless one, chasing after whatever i thought would make me happy and alleviate my loneliness with little regard for anything else and this is supposed to be me changing, becoming more mature and a grown up, finally... and you walk in here --" her eyes ultimately rebelled against her resolve and found his. her feet had carried her right to him, unconsciously. "-- and you're not helping." she declared jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. she hadn't done much exercise but as she stood looking up at fred she found herself inexplicably worked up. and her gaze wandering down from his eyes to his lips. "fils de pute." she suddenly found herself in cursing in her mother tongue under her breath.
atvrvxia:
“I WOULD have to disagree with you on that. people aren’t capable of change. people prefer to stay the way they are, because familiarity is more comforting than unfamiliarity. that and breaking habits and changing things about yourself takes a lot more work,” luigi pointed out with a little shrug. he can’t help the way a small smile curls on his lips at her declaration. “so you’re gonna snitch on them, is that what you’re saying?” he asked, raising a brow at her. he blinked in surprise when diana admitted that people made her nervous. “really?” he asked incredulously. “you just seem so… at ease when you’re around people.” not like luigi who was wound so tight around massive crowds. “it uh… it’s one of the things i admire about you,” he added a little shyly.
“yes. but anyone can break a pattern, they just need the right push.” a matching cheeky smile flashed on her face as he asked whether she would tell on her friends. “i didn’t say anything about ‘snitching’. i’m just... pointing out a fact.” she stated with a shrug. “and if they didn’t want their parents to know about certain behaviours... maybe they should have thought of that before doing it.” she wasn’t surprised to hear that he thought she was at ease in crowds, but hearing that it was something he admired about her did take her aback for a second. “i guess i’m good at putting on a front that i’m unbothered by it, but if i had a choice i think i’d much rather stick to the back of the room.” she had been thrust into the spotlight on account of her parents’ money and had never managed to work her way out of it. “did you say you admire me for it?” she pointed out after a second, her expression bashful. “i thought you’d think everyone but you was far too... ‘uncool’.” she teased.
atvrvxia:
SHE DIDN’T shy away from his touch. instead, she greedily leaned in; having missed his comforting touch in the past few weeks. her eyes fluttered shut briefly as he would wipe away her tears, before she slowly opened them to meet his gaze. “you already did,” she whispered. “you… you were honest with me when you lost your memory. and i was just… so relieved that you were alive. i wanted to extend that honesty to you, but they said it would only hurt you even more. i told myself i can handle you hating me, but i can’t,” she whispered. “even after hurting you, you would still want me? you’d still… love me?”
nick looked into sofia’s eyes at her question, and he knew there was only ever going to be one answer to it, he’d known that long enough. “yes.” his confirmation sounded as sad as it did sure. “sof, you could take a golf club to my car and destroy it,” he started with a small laugh at thinking about the princess destroying the car that carried him through the finish line at every race, “fuck, you could run me over with it - and i would still love you, and want you.” he knew that in his bones. but he also knew “that doesn’t mean we should be together, though y’know?” there was an uncharacteristic maturity in nicholas’s expression suddenly. “i mean it makes no logical sense why we’d want to be together if we hurt each other.” what nick didn’t voice was that he might have matured enough in his love for sofia to think of someone else for once, but that didn’t mean he was now completely selfless. he knew, in his selfishness, he could never be the one to let go of her.
