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a 𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒔 song in the hollows of my 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅

[dolliesthouse]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⸻ writing focused independent multimuse. semi-selective. slow and sporadic activity. this blog will include tagged mature or triggering topics on occasion. penned by prim ( she/her , 21+ ). musings @mideums

𑣲. house rules ㅤㅤㅤ 𑣲. the dollsㅤㅤㅤ 𑣲. opens ㅤㅤㅤ 𑣲. plots

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[fvrmeden]

jude did not really do much research into tattoos before he booked the session. something that he is now regretting because the placement he chose — right on his ribs — hurts so fucking much. "i'm not scared..." he trails off, his gaze flickering to the needle that is about to pierce through his skin again. well, maybe at the end of this he might as well be because this damn machine must have come straight from hell. "but if the professional says that it will help," he actually does offer his hand, trying to play it off as if he is very calm and was not just gripping onto his shirt as hard as possible to keep himself still (which absolutely did not help.)

[dolliesthouse]

natalia can't stifle the smirk stretching over her nude-painted lips at his denial. “ trust me, it helps. and it’s much better than you passing out on my table, hun. ” curious eyes dance to his stiff hand, and the realization settles over her. this isn't just another ploy by a customer to score some pda — he's legitimately nervous. slender fingers slide over his palm. their hands lock together with a tight squeeze. the inky needle is guided back to his skin by the other hand. “ how’s that ? any better now ? ”

[slashcrz]

as his anger seemed to build, avery knew she should be having an appropriate emotion, but her stomach exploded into a fit of butterflies. he was worked up, growing heated, something dark showing in his usually soft, sweet adoring eyes.

" oh, stop, " she murmured, cupping his face now with both hands, and sliding onto his lap to straddle him. there was a hint of a smile on her lips, despite the slight twinge of hurt feelings at his cold demands. there was kindness woven into the bark, and luka was never all bite to her. she knew this. " i am happy. fucking overjoyed, it's the most beautiful thing i will ever own. and the fact you... wanted me to have it, and you really think i'll be a senator, and you think i'm a good girl? "

by now her smile was beaming, and her thumb brushed against his lower lip. she knew how to trim off the bad like fatty parts of meat, she could dissect negativity to shape it into something worthwhile.

everything he hated about their differences, avery loved. there was no stage for her to force a performance on. luka was safety - normalcy, her connection to a world that was grounded and real. nothing like her own, this exotic sea of corruption and hate and dazzling luxury. riches never came to the moral, and she hated all she knew about closed doors and the happenings behind. secrets she was glad luka would never know.

[dolliesthouse]

there was a way these things typically went—his anger swelled until it grew teeth and consumed all within reach. he'd be left to pick up the pieces of what was left in the rubble. which, more often than not, wasn’t much. yet, the growing emotions tainting luka died with avery's gentleness. surprise sparked in his brown eyes and faded into overwhelming warmth. hands settled at the slight of her waist to steady her. "i mean... yeah." grin formed, mirroring hers. "you'd be the best fuckin' senator this state's ever seen. i just- i think you're perfect." the last bit slipped out without a filter. something falters, bringing heat to his skin. what was it about avery that could leave him squirming and reeling like a child fighting a puppy crush? he eyed her as if the answer could be found in the curly mane haloing her head or the gaze soft enough to melt. the brush against his lip, the smile, brought him leaning in to place a chaste kiss on her forehead. "i'm glad you like it, baby," he murmured once he relaxed back. "but if it's not these sort of things you want... i can do something else." thumb traced along a stitched line at her side. "whatever it takes to get you where you want to be."

[bcrrycakes]

the words leave clementine wringing her hands, glancing out beyond the stranger and her horse, into the trees. try as she might she cannot see beyond a few meters, like the trees were guarding the secrets and dangers within. from within the walls her step-mother's land, the woods had always seemed like something akin to an adventure. at night she would dream of cheerful woodland creatures and faeries hiding within the trees. wolves were never in those fantasies. still ⏤ "i am more frightened of what waits for me if i do not return before sunset," she smooths her dress again, still conscious of her state compared to the stranger. indulgence. it's an act wholly unfamiliar to clementine ⏤ unless she could count the moments she lets her mind wander as she tends to the garden or minds the pile of used tableware, or those sacred moments when the home finally quiets and she can devour a few more pages of a book by candlelight. "you have not even offered your name," she quips, but approaches the horse (cautiously) just the same. the mount is clumsy. clementine has mounted her step-mother's horse on occasion, but it is an action with little purpose. she felt rather silly the one and only time she sat upon its back as it lazily traipsed the property.

[dolliesthouse]

concern ripples through vittoria's chilly expression. "i.. i see." her eyes immediately float down to the woman's hand, looking for a ring or some other sign of domestic obligation warranting hesitation. she finds nothing except bare skin. strange. glancing back up, she assesses her with an air of contemplation. the thought to lie crosses her mind. "vittoria." she finally settles on truth. "my waist," taps once where steel bones and thick baroque fabric choke her torso, "hold onto it." she gathers the reins and cues the horse to walk forward after the woman haphazardly climbs atop the saddle. slowly, first, to accommodate her new passenger's nerves. the princess always had a tongue that spoke a little too loosely. lacking the demands and artiface of the court, she had even less of a reason to resist being direct. "is your husband always so particular about knowing your whereabouts?" she asks, dark eyes like black lakes reviewing the uneven terrain ahead. "or might there be another beast in this forest that comes with the moon?"

[dolliesthouse]

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 : w / m / nb ( 22+ ) 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 : "you're twitching too much on the table and ruining your new tat, maybe holding my hand would help???" 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 : natalia  de  león  ;   (  mid  to  late  twenties  )  inde  navarrette. she/her.  pan.  russian  tattoo  artist  that  may  or  may  not  be  a  spy. @indiestarter

" aww — poor baby's scared of needles, huh ? " she cooed, teasing. " need me to hold your hand ? "

[dolliesthouse]

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 : w / m / nb ( 22+ ) 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 : altered android capable of independent thought. the only ‘life’ she knows is within the y/m's home, hidden away from those that might question her existence. 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 : eve  ;   ( appears to be in her mid to late twenties ) chase infiniti. she/her. pan. companion android.

" i don't understand why i can't come with you ? i've been observing a lot of films and . . . i think i could play the role of a real girl well enough. "

[dolliesthouse]

catching up and getting replies queued up so i don't spam the dash!

[dolliesthouse]

i've been so slow on replies lately y'all i'm sorry about that!! i'm getting ready for my new job and fighting bad allergies so my head's just been elsewhere

[dolliesthouse]

ofcloudskies >> dolliesthouse

i could only embrace a bright summery aesthetic for so long….

bare with me as i update everything!

[dolliesthouse]

✶  ︵  *  dash  game:  knowing  your  writing  partner  can  potentially  make  writing  together  a  lot  easier!

the basics

name: prim like primrose :p pronouns: she/her sexuality: i like what i like when i like it???? literally just hot ppl in general

three facts

- i'm usually a crazy active person. it's the main thing i miss about being at my healthiest!! i was in the gym more than i was home and can't wait to go back once my body recovers - i'm currently reading the collections of edgar allen poe and loving it - i'm going back to school soon!

roleplay experience

how long: goddd, as long as i could remember? i started off rping warrior cats on some mmo rpg game as a wee girl. i think it's been 14 years in total?? platforms you've used: aforementioned mmo rpgs in the early aughts, tumblr, discord, twitter and mewe for like a day, lastly....kik (war flashbacks) best experience: too many to count tbh. i feel very blessed to have experienced so many amazing writers and impactful stories i still think about to this day!!

muse preferences

female or male: i prefer to write as men and/or masc presenting muses and have no specific preference as for an opposite. i get really attached to well fleshed-out muses so however they show up is pleasing to meeee! fluff, angst, smut: i am an angst m o n s t e r. i do like fluff and smut as a chaser to it all because i can burn out on the emo. long or short replies: both! i yap severely and short replies are great when testing out a new dynamic or when we're both too busy to do something longer. best time to write: late at night when i'm fighting demons (/j, it's just whenever i have the muse or need the distraction) are you like your muse(s): yes and no? when i make a new muse, i usually start with an emotion i understand deeply and then expand on it to where it becomes something new. kôna started off with the concept of generational trauma and mythological creatures from my culture. i later looked into emotional alchemy, sin eaters, and inuk mythology to polish him up. another example would be chiyo who was birthed from my frustration with the western medical system when dealing with a health scare. while they're both very different from me, i can understand their emotions and motivations because i understand the root of them if that makes sense. but somehow most of my muses are dysfunctional rough men with strange jobs while i'm a hyperfemme girl with the distress tolerance of a fawn so......yah?

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tagging: @slashcrz @smthscoming @amourned @tenderlove @drownedichor @bcrrycakes @turnstilc @sturmboe @fvrmeden

[fxtherfigvre]

“my lil pornstar” as a term of endearment

[fvrmeden]

yongliang rolls his eyes. "clearly, that is because of your lack of imagination. otherwise you might have done something like that anyway." honestly, he is not that sure about that, but he desperately tries to find some ground to stand on. "oh come on, it is not that difficult to get someone's hair. you are basically shedding all the time. i'd just wait for the right moment..." yongliang quiets down for a moment before reaching out and taking a strand of hair from nari's shoulder, where it was hanging on his clothes. "see! completely not difficult. it's not like i would need your whole head. but if you want a sleepover, you can just say," he adds the last sentence with a smile.

[dolliesthouse]

nari doesn't want to laugh. honestly, he should be far more offended than he is. yet, he finds himself letting out a laugh deep enough to make his stomach cramp. "wait for the right moment? fuck, do you have any idea how insane you sound right now?" he says between chuckles. laughter stops suddenly as yongilang nabs a strand right off him. shit, that was pretty easy. "alright, fine. it's still weird, though..." the last sentence drives his eyes to meet the other's. it was dumb to let the same competitor eager to cast spells on him into his home, but if there is anything nari loved, it was risk and absolutely shitty decisions. "yeah? well, sleepover at my place, then. i'm free tonight."

[dolliesthouse]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @floralglows / inspired by this plot.

"fuck—do you remember anything from last night?"

[fvrmeden]

sumire has a type, or at least tova thinks that she has a type, and so there are some expectations in her head already when she takes the phone. "you know, maybe that is good too? if the man has no page and no pictures, or if it looks too good, it is always a red flag," tova says with her nose up high as if she had all the experiences dealing with the opposite gender (which she definitely doesn't have, as she tries to avoid them as if they had the plague). she scrolls down, noticing that the guy definitely likes his money and pretty things. "well... better than pics with fish," tova laughs, giving the phone back to sumire. "i dunno he's like... i guess he seems okay? as much as man who is clearly flaunting that he has the newest iphone can be," she rolls her eyes because that one was a little bit on the nose. tova doesn't really know what to think about him because she wants to immediately hate him but cannot find a reason for it. "you think he has money? or maybe he wants to be your sugar baby," tova snickers, hiding her laugh behind the palm of her hand. "and he has weird chin."

[dolliesthouse]

sumire nods eagerly, "mhmm, exactly what i was thinking." she tracks each and every microexpression on tova's porcelain face. eyes drift down to her lips a few too many times. she decides to go back to the screen, missing the eye roll just in time. "yeah, i mean, he's definitely a guy who's into the nicer things." silky straight hair is tossed over her shoulder, light dancing over fresh highlights as it shifts. "kinda makes me feel good, you know? like he has such good taste, and i'm part of that..." giddy at the thought, she almost doesn't catch tova's snide laughter. almost. "heeey," glossy lips tilt into a pout as she whines. "don't say that! he has his own money- a-and his chin isn't weird!" another look down at her phone brought an uncomfortable silence. then, a deeper frown. "fuck, now it's all i can notice. thanks, tova." the phone is snatched from her friend’s grip in an irritated huff.

[fruitr0ts]

verity slowly pushes herself off the counter. bare feet meeting the floor in movements that were unsettling, as if she was still adjusting to the new body she was in. araceli's face remained twisted into something dark and hollow, stripped of everything that made it her own. there was no space left between them as araceli's dark eyes flickered up to meet his gaze. her palm raises to settle over his chest where his heart was beating. amusement flickered behind araceli's eyes although it was verity looking back at him. "you really think you can save her, don't you?" the question was genuine. his determination fascinated the demon more than she cared to admit. why stay? why make this his burden? what did it matter if this girl lost her soul? humans and their relentless need to save one another and the acts of love had always been one of verity's favorite things to steady. a long, dramatic sigh slips past araceli's lips followed by an exaggerated shrug. "fine. but only because you're boring me now." a smile spreads across his lover's face, too wide, stretching from cheek to cheek. then suddenly, it vanishes. a loud gasp shatters into the silence. the kind of gasp that's let out after being held underwater for far too long. araceli lurches forward as though she'd bene shoved from behind, colliding with his chest. her knees nearly buckle beneath her. confusion, fear, and relief all crowd her face at once. his name leaves her lips with a little more than a whisper. until she realizes everything that's just happened. and her eyes drop to the crumbled paper clenched in his hand, color draining from her face. "kôna, i-i was going to tell you. i-"

[dolliesthouse]

the demon's question sparked a glimmer of determination in the rich brown of his eyes. "i know i will," he corrected. there was no sign of give in his words, only the type of devotion that could drive a man mad when left unchecked. he could not imagine a future where he did not save araceli. in this moment, he doubted he'd want to live if he failed, no matter how much his family depended on him or what obligations tied him to life itself. there was a fragile 'thank you' before araceli burst back into his presence. malevolence took the back seat as her energy, familiarly warm and undeniably his, returned. arms moved to catch her in a tight embrace and support her trembling frame. peaceful relief was short-lived. "tell me what, exactly?" he let go of her. the paper was thrown with enough force to make it look like it weighed more when it hit the floor. "how you signed away your soul for fucking acting? how you plan to leave me for cain?" for once, kôna was not measured or careful. anger seeped off of him and contorted his face into one he'd never shown her. "i cannot believe you would lie and keep this shit from me, araceli-" he felt sick, angry, betrayed. "do you have any idea how much you've fucked our lives up?!"

[dolliesthouse]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @amourned / inspired by ‘constant craving’

a familiar face sends a chill down his spine, leaving him frozen in place. what were they doing here? they weren't supposed to be here. "you..." he clears his throat. "i-is there something you need, or?"

[dolliesthouse]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @fruitr0ts / inspired by… h.eated r.ivalry but make it yuri

michika leaned back on the locker room bench. long acrylics tap the wooden edge where her hands are planted, hem of her chiffon costume resting on her pale thighs in midnight blue frills, breath slow and soft despite the exertion she’d just felt. she’s all too loose, casual, for being in the presence of the same skater she’d been compared to since their careers began. “quite the show you put on out there.” she smiles without teeth, disingenuous. “are you still with your old coach? that routine felt…” too good. “different.”