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Lemon || 19 || Multi-muse || Multi-ship || Mildly Selective || Dark muses ❛ ❪ ♡ ; be a magician｡ ❫ sideblog @obscurumlux

[dreamthiievvesarchived]

okay i’m gonna be on hiatus here for a bit but i’ll come back

[highbcltage-blog]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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i think you’re really nice to plot with! i’ve always found you approachable and kind when plotting with different muses ^-^

Aww thank you!! I really enjoy plotting with people so I always try to be as approachable as I can be!!

[dovingmemes]

tell me something positive!

go on anon — or don’t — and tell the mun something you like about their portrayal! it can be just about anything that’s caught your eye. and if they’re a multimuse blog, feel free to specify a muse you like. there’s nothing wrong with people wanting to hear something good that they’re doing!

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tintedpeach‌:

@dreamthiievves

Hansol wasn’t the most keen when it came to elements of flirtation. After all, after having a crush on his former second command for years, he had no idea how the other had felt. But nonetheless, he clearly couldn’t tell the male he was talking to was coming onto him. Perhaps it’s the fact that he doesn’t really believe someone would be that bold, considering he proudly wore his wedding ring everywhere.  Nonetheless, Hansol was himself, he talked to the other, laughed when it was appropriate and when the time came for him to focus on his husband, it’s what he did. However, on the way home the younger boy noticed the other was oddly silent; Worried, he chirps up a little, grabbing minho’s hand gently, “Hyung is everything okay?”

Logically Minho knows that Hansol isn’t the best at picking up on when he’s being flirted with. Actually, he’s downright awful at it. That doesn’t stop a nugget of jealousy from growing in his chest though. Sharp eyes set on the idiot flirting with his husband, that Hansol was flirting back to. If he realized it or not. It was tense, Minho’s hands settling more obviously on the youngers body, trying to stake his claim for everyone to see no matter how silly it seemed. Once they are home it should be okay, he should be able to get himself out of such a stupid mindset but he doesn't. Skin still itching at the fact that Hansol could flirt so easily right in front of him. Not squeezing the youngers' hand back like he normally would or really taking much notice of him at all. “Everything’s fine.” Words clipped and short. 

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oriscri‌:

          Jason had been in and out of meetings nearly all day, running around the capital building as if he actually were a senator already. No, he was merely the task master for his father, a senator of New York state, and it seemed as if Daddy Dearest was piling on things higher and higher, but Jason took it all with grace because he knew that he just wanted to prepare his son for when he, himself, eventually became a senator. The man had come to his boyfriend’s apartment (he used the term loosely) as if he owned the place, tossing keys down onto the table in the entrance hall, jacket on the bench. Jason loosened his tie as he made for the bedroom to try and figure out if he really wanted to shower again or not. After all, he had been sweating slightly from all of the running around he had been doing. Upon coming closer to the bedroom, he heard a voice call out that he wasn’t familiar with, and Jason knew immediately that one of his “boyfriend’s” many lovers had stuck around. The man in question had been older than Jason -mid-thirties, white, and a senior aide to his father. Neither of them wanted to be outed, so they kept their little affair a secret. It was falling into place, and when he came into the bedroom, he saw that this guy probably had a very specific penchant. “I could ask you the same thing…but I won’t as long as you don’t expect an answer from me, too.” Jason simply made his way to the bathroom off of the bedroom, taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt before he washed his hands. This was going to be very interesting. “What did he want from you? I’m curious,” he called out simply, looking over his face a moment in the mirror.

There wasn’t exactly a lot talked about when Emyrs got a new client. Most kept their private lives, well, private, and he tried to respect that. So when the man had come to him saying he was single and interested in being regular who was Emyrs to question him? He could tell the man had money and maybe other lovers but it wasn’t rare for people at the top to see a whole collection of escorts. There was no reason to expect that there was anyone serious in the man's life, anyone who wasn’t paid. The stranger who was walking through the bedroom like he owned the place though was bringing everything into question. Especially with how familiar he seemed with everything around him. Emyrs had gone through a lot in his career. Including one wife of a client quite violently ripping him from her husbands' bed by his hair. So, this display of nonchalance, disinterest is more than a little shocking to the escort. Frozen in place as his brain tries to catch up with the utter lack of reaction or caring from the stranger. “Um, he’d mentioned wanted to do some daddy kink.” He finds himself mumbling out after a moment. Fingers wrapping themselves in the bedsheets as he pulls them further over his body, eyes darting over to look at Jason as much as he can. “It’s not really my thing so I was going to charge him double.”

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pcrsonas‌:

     most  days  ,  it  feels  as  though  mykie  lives  at  his  studio  .  if  he’s  not  working  on  someone  else’s  album  he’s  working  on  his  own  mix  tape  ,  and  he  spends  a  good  eighteen  hours  a  day  slaving  over  the  mixing  desk  ,  coming  home  only  to  crawl  into  bed  with  his  boyfriend  .  he  knows  it’s  not  ideal  ,  and  he  knows  his  partner  must  miss  him  terribly  ,  but  it’s  work  .  and  he  has  to  do  it  —-  he  enjoys  doing  it  .  still  ,  his  current  client  wrapped  up  early  today  ,  and  rather  than  carry  on  working  he’s  decided  to  go  home  —-  buy  something  fancy  for  dinner  and  have  it  ready  for  when  his  partner  finishes  work  .  he  knows  the  other  won’t  be  home  when  he  gets  in  ,  but  that  doesn’t  matter  ,  he’s  got  plenty  to  prepare  .

     but  that’s  before  he  opens  his  apartment  door  and  hears  a  voice  that  doesn’t  belong  to  his  boyfriend  .  swallowing  ,  he  pushes  open  the  door  to  his  bedroom  ,  preparing  himself  to  come  face  to  face  with  a  burglar  of  some  kind  .  what  he  finds  instead  shocks  him  even  more  ,  and  he  stares  ,  dumbfounded  ,  at  the  pretty  boy  in  his  bed  .  “  wh  —-  this  is  my  apartment  .  who  the  fuck  are  YOU  ?  ”

Piece by piece everything seems to fall together and Emyrs honestly wanted the earth to open and swallow him up. There’s a chill that runs down his spine at the words ‘my apartment’, a stark contrast to what Emyrs had been led to believe by his client. All at once the pink-haired boy finds himself feeling more bad for the stranger in front of him instead of fearful of them. Hands scrambling to grab his shirt so that he would be at least a little covered up whilst his mouth seems to move of its own accord. “Look, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else lived here. I-I’m an escort, the guy who lives here - well he told me he lives here, please tell me he lives here? Fucking me in a stranger's bed is way worse than...” Using me to cheat on his boyfriend. And how he hoped that isn’t what was happening even if everything pointed to it. 

Emyrs didn’t really have rules with his clients but he expected them to at least have the decency to be upfront. If he asked them if they were single he believed the answer they gave. The shocked figure standing in front of him though was bringing that all into question. “Either way. He hired me, told me to wait until he got home. I’m sorry, I can go.”

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pcrsonas‌:

     in  contrast  ,  ziggy  hates  the  soulmates  thing  .  he  always  has  the  most  bizarre  thoughts  ,  and  he’s  never  been  particularly  good  at  keeping  them  from  leaking  through  to  his  soulmate  .  strange  three  am  shitpost  thoughts  like  ‘  do  spiders  feel  things  ?  ’  and  ‘  are  oranges  named  after  the  colour  ,  or  is  the  colour  named  after  the  fruit  ?  ’  but  lately  ,  of  course  ,  the  only  thing  he’s  really  been  thinking  about  is  them  .  the  boy  who  always  seems  to  get  his  coffee  at  the  same  shop  he  does  ,  at  the  same  time  he  does  every  morning  .  he’s  beautiful  ,  and  ziggy  would  love  to  get  to  know  him  —-  but  he  doesn’t  even  know  his  name  .  he  almost  jumps  as  a  voice  that  isn’t  his  own  pops  into  his  head  —-  his  soulmate  doesn’t  talk  often  ,  and  at  times  he  forgets  what  they  even  sound  like  .  with  an  audible  sigh  ,  ziggy  fires  back  a  thought  of  his  own  .  ‘  what’s  the  point  ?  they’re  not  you  ,  so  it’s  doomed  to  fail  ,  isn’t  it  ?  why  waste  my  time  pursuing  something  literally  everyone  knows  will  never  work  .  ’

Sometimes Shiwoo couldn’t help but feel bad for being so silent towards Ziggy. Maybe sharing his own thoughts would make the other feel less embarrassed about his own but he had always felt scared that he would let too much slip. Subjecting Ziggy to the can of worms that his life was seemed unfair, though maybe keeping it hidden wasn’t any better. Either way all the hazel-eyed boy can do when the response reaches him is sigh, fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup as he looks outside. ‘they might make you happy though, for a time. we don’t know when we’ll meet and i don’t want you to just not be going after people you’re interested in because of me. plus if you talk to them you might stop gushing about them so much every day’. Maybe it was a soulmate thing or just a Shiwoo thing but all he had ever cared about was Ziggy being happy. Jealousy wasn’t something he had ever considered.

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fruitlcss‌:

jiho let his hackles fall ever so slightly. he’d learned long ago never to let them down fully, but at least this face was familiar in a way he hadn’t grown to hate. “ it tastes good. ” he hummed, tone much more pleasant. but he hoped the other could see the disgust hidden in the lilt of his lips. soon enough he’d be able to shed the facade entirely, and if he played it right his momentary companion might even follow. he’d been meaning to ask about the local territories anyways. “ what are YOU doing here ? ”

Shiwoo could feel his nose scrunching up without even meaning it to but at least it was obvious that Jiho wasn’t being serious. Human food never tasted good, no matter if it did look quite appetizing on occasion, it was flavorless and ashy to the tongue. Not helped by the fact their kind couldn’t even digest it. “I was meant to meet someone but they never showed up.” A small shrug of his shoulders following his words as he looks around establishment once more. “You’re here though so if you’re not busy you might be stuck with me now.”

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oriscri‌:

Youngwon had been setting up his endgame for finally getting the number of the barista that he saw nearly every day. It wasn’t as if he had been lacking the confidence; he was setting up the rapport that would allow him to give his number easier. Clearly his soulmate didn’t understand that because here came the intrusive thoughts again. “Will you just shut up please? Clearly you don’t know how to play the game.” Youngwon ate from his croissant with a small hum before he stood and walked up to the counter. “Hey, so, uh…” He cleared his throat and got a little lopsided grin. “Would you maybe want to go out sometime?” The rejection that followed stung his ego, he wouldn’t lie, but he appeared to take it well on the outside. Looks like he could never come back here again. “Yeah, yeah, shut up,” he grumbled in his head, making his way out of the cafe.

 Shiwoo finds himself rolling his eyes even if he knows his soulmate won’t see it but he leaves Youngwon to it. The exchange was at least entertaining for him to follow along with, be as it may one-sided. Especially when he has to dig his teeth into his bottom lip to stop from laughing, feeling a bit of pity for his rejected soulmate. ‘Hey, I didn’t say anything! I thought you did very well up there. Took hard and fast rejection like a man’. He knows he’s prodding maybe a touch too much with the comment but it was easier to laugh at these things wasn’t it? Youngwon would move on eventually. Though that did mean there would just be a new person he’d obsess over and annoy Shiwoo with. ‘It seems like they were at least nice about it, could have been worse, right?’. 

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tumblr is just not saving any edits i make to my drafts so i’m just gonna be on discord until it fixes itself

[lxserbaby-archive-deactivated20]

i found your number in the bathroom stall and i’m gonna sext you as a joke but it turns out serious au

we keep eyefucking from across the bar/club but i’m not gonna let you approach me, i’m just gonna go grind on some other people until you break au

oh my god you walked into my room and found me masturbating but you’re not leaving, why the hell aren’t you leaving? au

we act like a couple but we’re not we’re friends, but one night you confess your actual feelings and i don’t want to be around you anymore au

please sto P GOING THROUGH MY PHONE TOO LATE YOU SAW MY NUDES FUCK au

we’re stuck in a room together but i seriously hate your fucking guts, but we land on the topic of how when we were younger we used to get along and i  really wanna kiss you and say sorry and then we fight about how sorry we are and NoW WE’RE ARGUING AGAIN AND GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH but idk man you look pretty hot angry at me au

long time no see, didn’t we used to fuck? oh god remember those days, i think i’m falling for you again. fuck. au

sINCE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU BECOME A PORN STAR THIS IS WEIRD AS HELL I WAS JUST TRYNA YANK ONE OFF AND NOW ALL I CAN SEE IS YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW au

[xtec]

me finding out my mutual is one inch taller than me

[deergirlslut]

Put your height in the tags

[seescws]

@vigcur me and u babes xo

[obscurumlux]

okay but i would love some dark/culty plots for leander. he’s a god there is a possibility for stuff to get twisted

[pomegrcnctes-blog]

celeb / non-celeb aus tho

“i’m your biggest fan so i snuck backstage to meet you after a show, but it turns out your security guards are a lot tougher than they look, so now i’m being shouted at/possibly tased and now you’re walking by and oh god this isn’t how i wanted this to go” au

“i entered a contest to be your plus one to an event and wtf i actually won?!” au

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“of all the cars in the world for me to have tried to steal, it had to be YOURS?” au

“i’m an extra in a movie/music video that you’re starring in and idec if you’re super famous and i’m a nobody, plz notice me” au

alternatively, “i’m just an extra, but the star has a crush on me?! what????” au

“i’m famous as hell and yet i seem to have met the ONE person in this bar who doesn’t have a damn clue how i am, this is hilarious, i’m just gonna ride this out” au

tbh give me a long-distance relationship that begins with one sending fanmail to the other and “wait you actually wrote me back?!” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you mean you’re closed and i have to get out, have some mercy!” au

“of all the wrong numbers in the world, the nude i meant to send to my significant other wound up on YOUR phone” au

the same au but in reverse, aka, “wtf why did i get a random nude from my favorite celebrity??? am i on catfish???” au

“we’re on a reality show where half the contestants are famous and the other half are just regular people” au

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au

“i just went to one of your shows, and now an hour later you’ve tweeted about some gorgeous person you noticed in the crowd and wait why does this describe me exactly” au

[pseudonyist-deactivated20200830]

         EVIL PLAGUES GOOD PEOPLE, TURNING THEM INTO MONSTERS       BUT I WANT TO  (  BELIEVE  )  THAT IN THE END, THE  GOOD   PREVAILS.

[soonseokboos]

no one:

absolutely no one:

hoshi: (¬ 3 ¬)