˚♡ ❪ INFORMATION ❫
introduction.
muses.
starters.
wanted plots&ships.
desired faceclaims.

No title available
★
Interview Vampire Daily
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
Color Me Curious

PR's Tumblrdome
taylor price

Discoholic 🪩
Sade Olutola
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Fai_Ryy
No title available

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

Love Begins
macklin celebrini has autism

oozey mess
The Stonewall Inn
Not today Justin
No title available

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Iraq
seen from Bangladesh

seen from Maldives
seen from Nepal
seen from Venezuela

seen from Malaysia
seen from Albania
seen from Australia

seen from Australia
seen from Bahrain

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@fatalintoxication
˚♡ ❪ INFORMATION ❫
introduction.
muses.
starters.
wanted plots&ships.
desired faceclaims.
someone should give me a plot with this big bad gang leader and his super soft and cute girlfriend that has him wrapped around her finger. like he’s a feared man, which she doesn’t really care about. and she’s there to patch him up and while he usually tries to hide her away from the cruel world he’s in whenever he isn’t there with her, she just patiently waits for him when he’s out and about doing his business and he’s so fascinated by her and no matter how much of a bad guy he is, he’s just so soft for her and he’d do anything for her!!! and then his most precious possession gets kidnaped and shit goes down snsnsns
He'd get out of this marriage. He had no choice. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but as Edward paced his private chambers, he knew that he had no choice. He would sacrifice anything for her. So, after the third day of her not showing in their spot in the gardens, he marched straight to her chambers. He did the usual - their code since they were kids, and knocked three times on the door.
Nothing.
He wasn't surprised.
He pushed the door open and walked straight inside, turning to face her. The minute his eyes fell on her face, his expression softened, his stance softened. "You didn't show up. Again. Do you not think that I also have a right to make some sort of choice in this?"
Ivy dreamed nothing more than to immediately fold at the sight of Edward, but she couldn't allow herself. Not with such ease. Her orbs studied him as he entered the room and continued with verbiage — verbiage in which left her speechless for a few moments. Her oak irises flickered to all parts of his face, as if she were trying to study him before managing an answer.
"Choice?" Was all she could breathe, nearly astonished by his casualty. "What choice, Edward?" She questioned more sternly, then her jaw tightened in response. She let the brief pause linger amongst them, though her gentle yet frustrated voice ignited the air again.
"There is nothing to be said, nor anything done!" She exclaimed, brows pinched together with frustration. Perhaps not directly at him, but toward the world. "Edward, please — you must leave. Where is your fiancé, now?" She taunted, but it was so like her. Like them.
"What? You think I don't get a choice, at all on whether or not you get to walk out of my life? It matters to you more, a wedding that I am bound to do?" Edward's hand gently came up to her face, stroking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You know that this is not what you want for us. So why won't you tell me what I can do to make this easier, more bearable for you?"
There was nothing, no one more important to him than her. They'd played together in the same park as children, his nanny and her mum having been friends. They were close, always had been. Yet she'd always been more. He'd shrugged everyone else off, refused to trust anyone or try to let anyone else in - but her. She broke down his walls without even trying, and now she was trying to build her own walls up to keep him out.
He didn't think that he'd be able to do life without her.
MICHELLE RANDOLPH via Instagram
uhmm like a plot “i came home for my bestfriend’s wedding and whoa, when did her older brother got soooo hot?” let’s say he was lanky and a loser during high school or something
open to: f/m
based on this
The other had burst through her chamber doors before she could accept or reject the three knock invitation. Ivy couldn't deny she'd grown more distant the past few weeks, but how could she linger when they'd been promised to someone else? A royal marriage was set to take place within weeks from now, and it was apparent more than ever how much Ivy cared for them. It pained the maid to see the other's future paved in stone, so she chose to remove herself.
"Your Majesty —" She couldn't get another word in as the other stormed passed her and entered the room.
He'd get out of this marriage. He had no choice. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but as Edward paced his private chambers, he knew that he had no choice. He would sacrifice anything for her. So, after the third day of her not showing in their spot in the gardens, he marched straight to her chambers. He did the usual - their code since they were kids, and knocked three times on the door.
Nothing.
He wasn't surprised.
He pushed the door open and walked straight inside, turning to face her. The minute his eyes fell on her face, his expression softened, his stance softened. "You didn't show up. Again. Do you not think that I also have a right to make some sort of choice in this?"
open too: m/f
connections: pls boss x colleague, friends??, forbidden
"so, what you're meaning to tell me is you called me into this room, to show me the same bullshit plan you've been showing me for two years?" katherine snapped, pushing the book towards her colleague. "ridiculous. freaking magazine company here, not a newspaper article for seventy eight year old." she shrugged them out of the room, before crossing her arms. "anyone got anything better for me?"
open too: m/f
connections: any.
"i can't keep letting you off, this is the third time this month you ain't paid me." elliott said, pushing the small bag into their hand as his eyes fell on theirs. "i only do it because you're pretty. but soon, pretty ain't gonna get you far enough."
open to: m/f (any)
connections: strangers, old friends, old love??/exs, "the one that got away"
being back home was strange. elara had been travelling for the past year, packing up her life at home and taking off - leaving a trail of people behind. while she'd settled back in the past few days, she was now finally getting some time to catch up with work and so had headed down to the cafe at the end of the street her apartment block was on. "hey elara, when'd you get back?" a waitress greeted from across the table. "yesterday, its good to see you. how are things?" elara replied, before diving into conversation.
Maddison pulled the edges of her dress, swallowing as she tried to process the guy. "that's not technically true, he wasn't a stranger." she breathed, before shaking her head. "this is none of your business anyway," her head dropped as she went to walk past him. "enjoy your night."
elio's eyes narrowed at her response, clicking his tongue gently. he reached out, grabbing her wrist tightly so she wouldn't walk past him. "this isn't a joke maddison." he said, his voice short. "i'm not afraid to release this tape to people, don't try and test me."
maddison flinched as he grabbed her wrist, her eyes flickering up to his. "you sick mother fucker. what kind of person films it?" she said, glaring at him. she had a job. a good one. she had worked hard. her fathers name, if it got out.. "what the fuck do you want from me? money?"
PREGNANCY STARTERS
━ POSITIVE STARTERS
“I’ve always wanted to be a mother/father!”
“We’ve waited a long time for this.”
“Do you want to feel the baby kick?”
“Give me your hand so you can feel it, too”
“We have to finish the nursery. There’s only two weeks left.”
“Have we bought everything on the baby list?”
“I can’t wait to finally hold it”
“You’re glowing!”
“There is something I have to tell you…”
“Hello little one, this is your daddy speaking..”
“I think it likes me touching your belly.”
“I can feel it kick!”
“My back aches and I want ice cream.”
“I can’t hide my bump any longer. I think we need to tell people.”
“I heard the heart beat for the first time.”
“Do you want to see an ultrasound picture?”
“You’re going to be an amazing mom/dad!”
“What would you say about adding one more? The house is big enough.”
“I think my water just broke…”
“Do you think it’s contractions?”
“Call the midwife, this is not a false alarm.”
“I think it’s too late to drive to the hospital, the baby is coming NOW.”
━ NEGATIVE STARTERS
“I’m not ready for a baby.”
“I don’t think we have the money for another child.”
“I want an abortion.”
“I had an abortion. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Someone else is having my baby…it was just one night, I swear!”
“They couldn’t find a heartbeat.”
“I’m bleeding. This shouldn’t happen, right?”
“I am so sorry, but…you lost the baby.”
“I lost our baby.”
“How are we going to keep our family safe?”
“I don’t know how to be a mother/father.”
“I never wanted children, And I don’t want one with you.”
“I can’t even keep a cactus alive, let alone a human baby.”
“I know we’re about to have a baby, but I don’t love you anymore.”
“I think we should raise this baby separately. We’re not working out anymore.”
“I’m in so much pain, this can’t be right!”
“It’s too early to have the baby!”
“Something is wrong with the baby. They need to run more tests.”
Angela walked into the bar like she owned the place. She oozed confidence and sex appeal. She walked right up to the bar and it took no time until a man was next to her buying her a drink. She looked over at Alexander, taking off her sunglasses to look him over up and down. "If you're buying, im drinking." She said with a smile then turned to the bartender. "Margarita, salt on the rim and dont skimp on the tequila." She hopped up on the bar seat and extended a manicured hand. "Angela. You are? Besides a straight dilf."
Alexander looked at her, and he knew from the way that she walked in - she knew that she owned the place. She knew that any guy in this place would be begging at her knees to be the first one in that bar to buy her a drink. But he also knew that he was hot. He could have, equally, his fair pick of the woman sat in this bar. He was always down for a challenge. He smirked as he slid in the chair beside her, nodding. "Double the tequila. Whatever she asks for." He said nonchalantly, before his eyes turned to focus on her. "Alexander." He replied, his eyes focusing in on hers. "I must say, I've never met a woman quite like you before. And I've learned that from three sentences and the way you walk."
ok gonna write some openers, please like if you want one and comment the muse?? pls x
if not ill post some open ones lmao x
Elara did hang around at the clinic this late for him. It hadn't always been that way, at first it was the animals and desperately trying to avoid him, knowing that an attempt at a friendship was a terrible idea. Yet, here she was, another late night at his side rather than at home - and she wasn't complaining. Not at all. "Please. You're not half as cute as that puppy, who do you think I'm here for?" She teased, as her hands reached down to scratch behind the puppy's ears. "Okay, put me to work. Where do you want me?"
"Oh yeah?" He leaned down beside the puppy, pulling a cheeky face, "I don't know, I think it's a close tie." Of course, he definitely thought the puppy was cuter, but would that really be a reason to stay working? He wasn't too sure. "Well, thankfully, we've got little hardcore pets in tonight, we're mainly just keeping them company and checking some vitals and food. I actually managed to get a lot of good outcome discharges today, so until the next vet is in, we should be smooth sailing." Atlas stated, lifting the puppy up as he straightened up, "If you really want to work, I am sure I can find more time-consuming things once I handle this little guy."
as much as she was here to see him, elara had been coming and helping out with animas for as long as she could remember. long before he was here. sure, he may be the reason she was here quite so often - but she never minded. not really. "if keeping them company is code word for sitting with a bunch of animals and cuddling them all night? then seriously, i'll go on a coffee run right now and settle in for the night." she offered, because really, she might end up asleep on the couch in the office - but if it meant that she woke up and started the day by feeding an animal, she'd nap in the daytime tomorrow.
open starter
open to: anyone
plot: I caught you getting fucked in a alleyway and recorded it and now i'm going to blackmail you with
"yeah it's hard to take you seriously when I saw you get your back blown out by someone who had to have been at least two times your age." he said, inhaling a puff of his cigarette before he blew the smoke into their face. "plus from the sounds you were making it seems like you enjoy getting fucked by strangers."
Maddison pulled the edges of her dress, swallowing as she tried to process the guy. "that's not technically true, he wasn't a stranger." she breathed, before shaking her head. "this is none of your business anyway," her head dropped as she went to walk past him. "enjoy your night."
you're in a white dress and i'm in the audience . but i'm also controlling the lush vibe from my phone as you try to hide your moans from your new groom .
i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.