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[eloquentmuses]

So I was just told last night that I’m being whisked away tonight after work to go to disney for the weekend. Hot damn. 

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.

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droneouts‌:

OPEN    TO:    m    /    f    /    nb. CONCEPT:    your    muse    is    dating    my    muse's    boss,    and    my    muse    gave    them    a    ride    home    when    it    was    raining    and    they    ended    up    doing    it    in    the    car.

they're    here    to    see    him.    not    fabien,    no    matter    how    much    he    wishes.    his    boss;    who    looks    expensive    reclined    in    his    desk    chair    clad    in    a    dark    suit.    suave    and    sophisticated    compared    to    fabien's    grey    button    up.    he    watches    through    the    glass    wall,    waiting    till    his    boss    leaves    the    room    before    he    rushes    in,    quick    to    grab    a    hold    of    their    wrist.    ❝    i    thought    you    wanted    to    tell    him    what    happened.    ❞

Seeing Fabien on her way to visit William wasn’t exactly what she’d planned. Their eyes had met as she crossed the room and headed into her boyfriend’s office to greet him. There was a guilt that lay heavy in the pit of her stomach remembering the feel of his hands on her skin. The moment he left the room, Cheyenne’s wrist was pulled in the other direction. “I do!” She whispered, looking around to make sure no one was watching them. “Would you really like me to do it here where everyone can see? Sorry, baby, I cheated on you with one of your employees. Sounds like it’ll go over real well for the both of us.” 

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wingsandahalo‌:

Everything was wrong. Dexter Hill was a private man with a very small social circle. He had exactly one close friend outside his family. Emphasis on had. A week ago he lost that friend and was unsure how he was going to cope with that loss. He’d also lost his freedom - custody of his friend’s infant son was granted to Dexter and a woman he hardly knew, a friend of the child’s mother. Obviously this was the last thing he wanted to deal with, especially given the fact that he had to leave his apartment and move in with the woman and child. Life as he knew it was over.

Dexter had spent the last few days moping around, hardly saying a word to Alyssa. None of this was her fault, but it was easier for Dexter to remain detached. It was the only way he was getting out of bed each day. However, he couldn’t remain aloof forever. The baby was crying and had been for awhile, so Dexter thought it was only fair he check in on the pair.

“Few people can. Ever notice how cranky new parents are?” he replied as he entered the room gingerly. Just one look at them made him want to turn around and never look back. But Isaac was the last remaining piece of his best friend, so instead of running he did the exact opposite. Sitting down next to Alyssa, he opened his arms. “Can I try? Maybe he just needs a change of face. I’d be crying too if I was stuck looking at you all day.”

Dexter walked into the room and she could have praised whoever it was looking down on them. It was clear that she hadn’t had much experience with babies before they were both thrown into this crazy new reality. One where her best friend was ripped from her, the only family she had left. Now she was stuck playing mom to an infant that couldn’t even speak to tell her what he wanted. Not to mention the man who came along with the package. The two hadn’t really gotten to know each other before everything happened but now they shared a small, very needy common ground. 

Her head tilted, giving him that much. It was a common stereotype that most new parents were out of their mind and sleep deprived for pretty much the entirety of the first year of their child’s life. Alyssa sighed, not liking the fact that she failed in consoling the young boy as she handed him off to Dexter. “That’s rude and you know it.” She was confident in the way she looked and there was no way he wasn’t pulling her leg. Not that she cared what he thought about her anyways. 

“I’ve tried everything but I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never been around a baby like this.” She’d run away from her own home at the age of fifteen and had steered clear of anything resembling family since then. “Have you, uh, handled kids before?” They were as good as strangers. 

[eloquentmuses]

Feeling like I wanna do a starter or two maybe? Hit that heart If you’d like one. Specify muse or I’ll probably throw Cheyenne at you

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redemptivexheroics‌:

“Which is why I aspire to be a better man than my father and when the time comes a better father than he ever was, I would never abandoned my kids or their mother” He sure as hell had enough motivation to be a better person by default. 

“Funny, I’m a bartender to, I’m only twenty and I’m already overworked and stressed out”

Thinking about it, he nodded. “Would love a cupcake actually”

There was something in the way he spoke that let Valerie know he meant every bit of it. She wondered if he was the type to want to settle down since he definitely didn’t look like it but that was just from a quick look and a few words. “That’s so sweet of you. I’m sure when you’re ready for it that’ll be a fun adventure. And that you wouldn’t be like him, for whatever my assurance is worth.” She snapped her fingers and turned to grab him one of the cupcakes she’d finished up about an hour ago. 

“Are you serious? We’re like day and night then, huh?” She flashed him a smile and placed the immaculate cupcake in front of him. “There. You look like the type to enjoy a simple vanilla bean cupcake.” 

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@wingsandahalo​ That starter we discussed. You know the one. 

To say that Alyssa was in over her head was the grossest understatement of the century. It was two am and in her arms was a seven month old infant that was crying out for what she could only assume was it’s mother. Which definitely wasn’t her. The little boy in her arms actually belonged to her best friend who passed away in a car crash less than a week ago. There hadn’t even been any time to figure out where her own head was. The hospital called her immediately and informed her that she would be sharing custody with another friend of theirs. 

But now? She was dead tired, sitting in Issac’s small room and holding him close. “I miss her too, buddy. She would have known what you wanted.” They’d already tried a bottle and a diaper change. There was a good chance he was just as sad as she was. Footsteps could be heard down the hall and Alyssa looked up. “This is hard. Who can think enough to take care of another human at two am?” 

[mrchandlerbings]

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multi-mused‌:

Dee was tired, between working the fields and at the shop he was ready to have a nap, however his niece was there and he was also looking forward to that as well. Even still he took his time kicking the mud off his boots and removing his coat before going inside. 

The chatter from the other room made him smile, and the idea of them having one or two of their own made him smile. Stopping in the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, he sagged a couple of cookies before heading into the other room. “Well if it isn’t m’ favorite lass’.” He murmured as he leaned against the wall, watching his soon to be wife and niece.

The sounds of Deagan re-entering the house made her smile even more as she played with their niece. He loved his family and it was undoubtedly that he was about to swoop in here and steal both girls attention without even trying. She looked back over her shoulder to see the man she loved leaning into the wall, his hands full. 

The little girl on her lap cooed at the sight of her uncle. “Keep telling her that and I might get a little jealous, Dee.” Sara’s voice was soft and playful as she offered him a smile. “We were just talking about you.” She wasn’t sure if he’d heard them or not but it wasn’t exactly like it was a secret that she was ready to settle down with the man who’d stolen her heart. 

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redemptivexheroics‌:

“It’s fine, I stopped expecting him to pop up after years of being disappointed so I’m over it, I just want to tell him off for leaving my mom. It’s a struggle just to help her these days. She got sick so I pick up every shift I can at my job to help pay for her hospital visits and her medicine. Being a CEO of a huge tech company he could spare money for the expenses, I have to believe that there’s some love still there for her, I don’t care how he feels about me, but I’ll be damned if I lose the only parent that gives a damn about me” 

He didn’t mean to unload that on someone. “Sorry, I tend to rant when I get frustrated” 

Talk about a crazy world. Never in a million years would she take Malcolm as the type of man to have a family and drop them without a second thought. It only served to reiterate that the versions of people that she saw were just that. Versions that she saw for a short amount of time before they headed off to their lives. “No, I’m not judging at all. I’m like a bartender which basically makes me a discount therapist. I’m so sorry for what you’re going through. You and your mother. No one deserves that.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to size him up. “Do you like cupcakes? I don’t mean to brag but I make the best in town and maybe one would make you feel a smidge better.” 

[intoxicatingxminds]

Debt||Open

The air in the garage is stale and heavy, sticking to the back of his throat.The reek of engine fluid mixed with the pungent aroma of cheap aftershave is almost too much for his sensitive nose to bare.

Michael realises he isn’t alone.

Fast on his feet, he twists around in every direction, dark curls flying as he tries to see where the other person is hiding.

“I know yer there,“ he calls aggressively. "And if it’s money I owe yeh then I’m afraid yer shit outta luck.”

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Claire had happened on the old auto garage entirely by accident. She’d pulled over to see if they could point her in the direction of the nearest hotel so that she could crash for the night. Her dead cellphone sitting in the front seat of her car wasn’t doing anyone a bit of good. 

There was movement off to the left so the writer moved in that direction, half to have an excuse to explore and the other half to get some help. The voice wasn’t something she’d expected though. “If you’re gonna hand out money then I’m not gonna turn that down.” She answered easily, the man finally coming into view. “You don’t look like you’re the owner of this shithole so care to tell me where the nearest hotel is?” Driving as long as she had sucked.

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yambcrghini‌:

⊰ — 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝕥𝕓𝕒

OPEN TO: f/nb/m

CONNECTIONS: friend, significant other, ex-employee of her father’s, fellow youtuber/instagram personality, anything age gap related, any connection literally (hannela is that p typical only famous on social media because her parent is famous cough olivia jade cough type, but her dad is famous for being a drug lord)

       ‘      𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄.     ’     hannela all but whinged at the other, hoping that they’d drop everything and give her their full focus. she hated having competition for anything. her father had spoilt her rotten from birth and she’d grown to expect to be the centre of everyone’s world.        ‘     come on, what do i have to do for you to put that stupid thing down and come pay attention to me? what was the point in you even coming over if you weren’t going to talk to me? i feel like you only want to talk when it’s about my dad. like maybe you should go get him to give you head instead of me since you’re so obsessed with him.      ’      huffing childishly, the brunette rolled onto her back and pouted.      ‘     you don’t even like me, do you?      ’

By any other means, Max shouldn’t have been fucking around with her. There was the fact that he used to work for her father but there was also the giant point that Hannela was pure trouble. His eyes stayed on the screen, all too familiar with the way this game played out. Once he heard the magic words, a crooked smile found it’s way to his lips and he looked at her over the phone. “You think he’d really hook me up like that? Dude has that blowjob mouth. You know the one.” His eyebrows made a show of moving up and down before he blew out some air at the question. “I like you plenty. You’re like Tinkerbell, you know that?”His hand reached out to rest on her thigh, squeezing gently. “What has you all worked up?”

[halvgods]

hEy gimme a plot where there’s a single dad who lives alone with his kid in a cheap apartment and he’s reserved and keeps to himself and is pretty shy and there’s a girl who moves into the apartment across from his and they each have their windows open all the time and she just gets amused watching him interact with his kid and she’s so amazed by it and they communicate through their windows a lot, looking up every so often and waving or chuckling and making little faces at each other, but never actually talk until there’s a false fire alarm at three in the morning and they’re standing out in the cold and she offers his kid her jacket because they at the time thought there was a real fire and he was too worried about getting the two of them outside to think about jackets and it just kind of takes off from theRE !!

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sacrosanctvm‌:

plot: McKaylee is the last remaining heir to the kingdom’s throne, who was lost as a child, forgot her life as a royal, and then was raised as an outlaw. Your muse is the prince of a neighboring kingdom, who was betrothed to her when they were children. Now that the king, her birth father, has died, the two of them are supposed to take over. Your muse was told that he could choose someone else from her kingdom to marry and make queen as the princess has been assumed dead for years, but he insisted on looking for her anyway. And then he found her. (medieval verse) open to: males

When they’d heard that a very wealthy looking man had set up camp in their territory, it was an opportunity that they’d refused to pass up. McKaylee’s had set into the forest in the dead of night to find him on her own. She’d always been independent anyway, and the rest of the little band of thieves that was the only family that she’d ever known had made no move to stop her. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle one very stupid rich man. They all knew that she was plenty capable. In the early morning light, she’d returned to his camp after scouting it the night before, armored in molded leather and armed with blades and prepared to take everything that he had. Before anything else, she took a few moments to slide on his horse’s bridle. The last thing that she needed was him trying to run off. With a firm grip on the rather beautiful animal’s reigns, she turned at the sound of footsteps snapping twigs and crunching leaves that had fallen during the crisp autumn months. For a moment, she felt confusion. He almost looked…familiar. Of course, the answer to that was just that they all looked the same. Once she’d insisted on that explanation to herself, her expression turned smug. Confident. “Did nobody tell you that this forest is littered with thieves? You must be out of your mind to spend the night here…alone.”

All his life, Aaron had been pointed in the direction he was meant to go, done what was asked of him with not so much as a question. When his father announced the betrothal between him and the princess, they had been but children and knew nothing of what it meant. Shortly after the news, the princess had disappeared without so much as a trace. Aaron’s father initially had doubts that the king hadn’t just ferreted his precious daughter but all that went out the window when they witnessed the very real panic her parents demonstrated. It was for that reason that when the time came for the two to marry and take their rightful places he decided it was time to search her out. 

There were whispers of a band of thieves who lived in these woods and he was hoping that if he made enough noise about going that they would hear about it and he would hardly have to do any searching at all. Not even two days into his journey, a young woman stood with his horse, looking like she owned the damn thing. “And who are you to say that I’m not capable of protecting myself from anything out here? Are your numbers so bleak they had to send the smallest thief they had to attempt to rob me of my earthly belongings?” His lips curved at the corners, shifting his weight onto the other foot as he eyed the woman. 

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multi-mused‌:

She wanted to be a part of something, and she thought that this was the life she thought she wanted to be a part of. “Grow a dick, women aren’t prospects. That’s just it honey. Women are either married in or born in.” There was no other way. “The barflies they want to be an ol’lady, to marry in is a honour if this is the lifestyle you really want.” Cause there was no out, not a good one anyway. “I’m telling you, you don’t want this.” If she knew the real shit that happened, the things he’d done and would continue to do. She’d run.

Whether he was trying to be funny or not, Alyssa found herself laughing at his crude suggestion of growing a whole new appendage. That would be the day. “Keep calling me honey and I might start thinking you’re sweet on me.” The last thing she was going to do was become a barfly so that was definitely out of the question. She crossed one leg over the other, still seated on the counter that she had no business being on. “Fine, I’ll drop it. But only because I know you’re not going to budge.” Fuck. What reason to stick around was she going to dig up now? “You really want me gone, huh?”