forever changing

natalie. twenty-four. cst. { all muses 18+ } read rules before interacting!!

[sinncrsx]

He all but stumbled through the door once Maggie had opened it wider, the warmth of her home a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. Rhys shook his wet jacket from his shoulders, bunching it into his fist as he paced back and forth for a silent moment. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every movement, waiting for an answer from him. But his mind was still scrambled, still trying to wrap his head around what he had heard, and what it could mean. He wasn't sure if it would change everything, or nothing at all...

"I think my father may have been murdered." Rhys blurted out, rather breathlessly as if he had been holding the words in. Truthfully, he didn't feel much better once he had confessed, his eyes wide and seeking hers for some kind of solution. "Have you got any alcohol?" of course she did, he could see a half empty bottle in the kitchen from the corner of his eye. But he needed Maggie to offer for him to stay, for them to drink and talk, and drink. Fuck, Rhys needed a drink.

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Maggie watched as he moved further into her beach house, silence filling the air except for the sound of his shoes squeaking on the hardwood floors beneath him. She could tell from the moment that she opened the door that something was off, but this was beginning to scare her. The way he moved and gripped his dripping coat between his hands, lest her feeling as if he was unable to hold his composure. This wasn't a social call by any means, something was seriously wrong. "Rhys," she said his name, voice soft, before asking him again, "What is going on?" But the words that came from his lips were far from what she was expecting. Her eyes widened, but she remained silent. What was she supposed to say to that? There was no way. Or, maybe there was. In this town, anything was possible. His next statement gave way for her to assist in some way. Her feet quickly carried her toward her liquor cabinet, ignoring the wine bottle on her counter. They would need something much stronger than that for this situation. She pulled open the cabinet, well stocked and barely touched, and fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle of bourbon. She pulled it from the cabinet and grabbed two glasses, placing them both on the island in her kitchen. Two glasses were poured and she slid one over to him, offering him not only a drink but the space to talk. "Tell me why you think that. What happened? Did someone give you some sort of information? Did you see something?"

[sinncrsx]

FROM: Rhys Bradley

TO: Maggie Kennedy @divxrgentx

WHERE: Maggie's house

Rhys squinted down at the crumpled napkin in his hand, the heavy rain making it even more difficult to make out if it was a 3 or an 8. It was a 50/50 chance as his head turned from left to right, trying to figure out which house could be hers. Somehow in that brief second, the rain grew angrier and Rhys had to make a quick decision - number 8.

He darted up the path, eager to get out of the rain but equally as eager to feel the tension release from his chest. His knuckles knocked upon the door, the palm of his other hand moving to rest against the wall beside the door. It wasn't until he had stopped when he realised just how heavy he had been breathing and how tight his chest had become.

"Oh thank god." Rhys heavily sighed the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. The door opened and his head dipped down briefly in relief. "Can I come in?" his eyes pleaded deeply. "I need to talk to someone - please." Maggie had every right to turn him away for his abrupt appearance, but she had left her address for a reason. She had wanted him to come.

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The storm that raged outside of her home matched the thoughts that were in her head. Her life since returning to Wilmington had been anything but calm. From doing her best to find a space for her office, her growing list of clients, and the never ending list of reunions that moving home had brought, her life was far from coming to a standstill. Not to mention, the deaths that seemed to be popping up all over town. She was on edge and the half empty bottle of Cabernet that rested on her kitchen counter was a clear sign of that. Files stacked before her, shoved away in what could only be described as disgust stared at her from where they sat - ignored. She couldn't find the head space for them, not right now. She would deal with them tomorrow, she thought to herself, when she had rested and reset. Glass in hand, she began to move toward the couch to unwind when she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on her front door. Eyebrows stitched together in confusion, she wasn't expecting anyone especially in this weather. She places her glass on the side table and moves toward her door, feeling a bit hesitant but somewhat drawn to whoever was on the other side. She pulls the door open slowly, eyes peeking around the corner first before opening it fully once she realized who stood on the other side. Rhys. She opens her mouth to question him, to figure out why he of all people was gracing her doorstep, but he cuts her off. He all but begs to be let in and she, despite her unsettled mind's protest, opens the door further for him. For all their differences, she couldn't turn him away. Too much of her heart still cared for him. "What's going on?" she asks, concern lacing her tone.

[aritany]

[mixelation]

“we were lovers in a past life” trope but the current incarnations are enemy-to-lovers trope. when. 

[mixelation]

To be clear. I don’t want “our past love ended in betrayal and anger and now we hate each other.” I want “we died in love and in each other’s arms” but the current incarnations do NOT remember and they ARE trying their best to End the other one and these new sudden flashbacks to lovingly holding each other’s hands is EXTREMELY UPSETTING

[ashlaaaywrites]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA VIA INSTAGRAM ( x x )

[margoterobbies]

MAYA HAWKE The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (29/06/2022)

[gazeside]

𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙻/𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚂  

𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.     muse a is the one wearing the crown. they’re leading a nation and a lot is expected from them. with the crown comes great danger and that’s where muse b comes in, their noble knight in shining armor. they spend countless of moments together while out on adventurous and the lines begin to blur. soon enough muse b finds themselves not being able to hold back, not caring they aren’t a royal themselves. they make a move after an intense battle. 

𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎.     muse a is the prince/princess/lord/lady of the kingdom. a lot of expectations are put onto them. muse b is a part of their royal court and one of the only ones that they can truly trust. soon enough this budding friendship turns into something more. they tell each other everything and because of that, there’s no stopping them from spending nights together either. 

𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.     muse a and muse b are both royals from warring kingdoms. in order to bring peace onto both lands, an agreement is signed to marry both of them off to each other. they either agree or don’t do the union, but it’s something that they can’t fight. at first it’s just out of duty. there’s no love and that’s not important, love isn’t needed for power. will they fall in love down the line or will it just be political? 

𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍.     muse a is a cocky and confident ruler/royal/noble. they think that by brute force alone they can rule the kingdom and lead with an iron fist. muse b has been protecting them behind the scenes, a mage using magic to ensure success. eventually they reveal what they’ve been doing and the two become an unstoppable duo. 

𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜.     muse a is a royal and muse b is a commoner (servant, cook, w.hore in a brothel, etc). the two aren’t supposed to have nothing in common. yet when they find themselves alone after an attack they seem to bond. they have to sneak around behind everyone’s back. surely if they’re caught they’ll be separated. 

𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎.     muse a is one of the rulers of the kingdom, sitting on the throne in their perfect marriage. muse b is anyone else within the castle (worker, other noble, muse a’s rightful heir, etc) so the two have to interact every now and then. soon enough muse a realizes they’re attracted to muse b. will they risk it all for them or will they stick to their duty? 

𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚜.     muse a and muse b have been together for a long time in secret. muse a has been recently married off to muse c for political reasons (royals marrying each other for an alliance, more power, to stop a war, etc). instead of ending one relationship for another, muse a brings muse b and muse c together one night to explain the situation. they don’t want to pick, so the three will have to work something out. 

[invcntion]

okay but rn i really want one of those cliche ‘we’re broken up but i never changed my emergency contact and now i’m in hospital and ?? why are you here first at my side you didn’t have to come’ sort of plots with all the angst 

[payne2481-deactivated20260202]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

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imperfectox​:

open to: anyone lyrics from: the 1 by taylor swift

“we were something, don’t you think so?” he was treading delicate waters as he spoke and stared at the other with a weak smile. too much history, too much time, and too complicated to come undone. “we used to toss pennies back then by the pond in that dull park.” scott had never believed in anything but he believed in her. “if my wishes came true it would’ve been you.”

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maisie didn’t often show her soft side, a lifetime of crime having hardened her, but something about scott always seemed to get under her skin. it was as if he knew exactly where to reach within her and take hold of the last shred of kindness she had within her and pull it to the surface. his words seem to stir an emotion, a feeling, within in her that she can’t quite describe. is it a sort of longing for what once was? melancholy? fondness? a bit of all three is what she decides as she lets out a long breath, trying to hold his gaze as much as it seems to pain her. “scott,” his name leaves her lips, barely above a whisper, “those are just-” she shakes her head, finally losing the strength to hold his gaze, “there just memories. you’ve got to let them go.” 

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cheapxseats​:

open to: m/f/nb based on:  give me the stuck up know all prince/princess and the high school dropout fuckgirl plot please

        Kass was a little bit high and a whole lot drunk. A lopsided grin crossed her features, a giggle escaped her lips as she leaned into the other. What should have been her chin pressed against their shoulder turns into her tumbling into their lap as she misjudges the distance. “Shit. My bad.” 

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another twelve hour shift in the pediatric unit laid to rest, elena had somehow let her closest friend talk her into going out for a drink. still donning her scrubs, not even given the chance to change, she sipped on a glass of chardonnay as she listened to her friend’s newest tale of dating gone wrong. within a split second, though, she feels a body collide with her own, her arms instinctively reaching around the other to keep them from tumbling to the ground. this leaves kass laying in her lap, which causes elena to raise an amused brow, “is this your way of saying hello?”

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luhstories​:

𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 :   females. 21+ 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 :   you’re dating my older brother, but you’re actually closeted and have been hooking up with me behind everyone’s backs. my older brother is in love with you, but so am i and i can’t keep acting like i’m not and that this is just casual between us. gimme angsty sapphic things.

❝   so  how  much  longer  are  you  gonna  pretend  ?❞    syd  got  straight  to  the  point  when  they  got  into  the  kitchen  ,  cleaning  dishes  together  while  her  parents  and  older  brother  were  still  at  the  dinner  table  talking  .    ❝   you  practically  shrivel  up  and  pull  a  face  when  he  kisses  you  .  i  know  they’ll  just  think  you’re  embarrassed  by  PDA  ,  but  we  both  know  that’s  bullshit  .❞    small  smile  on  her  face  ,  syd  turned  body  toward  them  ;  expression  turning  stern  .    ❝   you  know  he’s  in  love  with  you  ,  right  ?  i  can’t  do  this  anymore  .  break  up  with  him  or  i’ll  tell  him  .  everything  .   ❞

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hands moved swiftly under the steaming water, her mind trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the woman standing near her. sophia had tried her hardest to remain around the rest of the family, around her boyfriend, to keep from spending even a moment alone with just syd. she knew that if they were alone together it would only spell trouble for her. she often had to fight the urge to reach out for the other, the growing want for the sister versus the brother ever-growing. but sophia hadn’t expected it to go in this direction. her hands freeze, as if she had been stunned by some outside force. was this actually happening? was she being blackmailed by the one, singular person she thought she could trust to keep all her dirty, little secrets? “excuse me?” her voice is quiet as she doesn’t want the rest of syd’s family to hear what is about to go down between the two of them, but she feels the burning of venom as the next words follow, her body turning to face the other with a new found rage burning in her eyes. the nerves that first coursed through her veins, now replaced with a nearly blinding anger, “is this really how you want to do this?” she places the plate she held in her hand, replacing it with a rag to dry her her hands with, “you want to threaten me? blackmail me?” she shakes her head, “you’re unbelievable.” ‘to think you cared’, she wants to say. ‘to think that this actually meant something to you’. but instead she falls silent, her hands nearly shaking between the nerves and anger she now feels from this betrayal.

[kalanisz]

ok but give me some horror themed threads !! like… muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

hear me out. we could even do a mumu and do one of those “a group of friends spend their summer vacay at a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere. it’s all sex, drama, drugs & a bunch of partying until they are threatened by a dark, mysterious force looking to ruin their fun” plots. or we could do something inspired by i know what you did last summer? so fun. i am… literally begging.

[plcuvoir]

I want a time travel au where muse a keeps going back into the past to different places and different time periods but always finds their way to muse b. give me muse b waiting decades before muse a visits again, the mystery of how muse b never ages. the stress that muse a feels when they know the world is on the brink of a world war, the constant need to be together. maybe muse a doesn’t believe in fate while muse b does – either way, they know that something keeps bringing them back together.

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restarting this blog with fresh muses/faceclaims/ideas!! excited to be back in the indie world - will be going through the indie tag to find some things to reply to here soon! slowly working through each of my muses pages to update their info, but hang in there w me, it may take awhile (i’m slow and lazy lmao)

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