Family Feud

AB. 24. EST.urban oc multimuse

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uncanon-valley :

me realizing that if i want to see content for my own ocs i have to make it myself:

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Deziah wasn’t entirely sure what could be wrong with Lilith, but he’d already known that if she wanted to express it then she would. Whatever the mood was about, he thought he would be able to take it with a grain of salt... until he was swiftly thrown for a loop.

Pregnant? Pregnant? He thought to himself for the simple fact that he’d never been put in this predicament before. The most this man ever received was a woman telling him that she’d been pregnant, only after she handled the situation herself and chose not to keep it. “Pregnant, huh? Well...” He uttered lowly, taking a moment to think. “That’s good, right? As in, good that you’re telling me? I mean... you are keeping it, right?” Dez was nervous, just asking whatever questions he saw fit at that given moment.

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The lack of enthusiasm from Lilith was fairly different this time, and the current energy she carried spoke volumes. Dez already knew something had to be wrong, even more so when she said there was something to be discussed. Following the woman to the living room, he took a seat and kept his eyes on her with an arched brow.

“So, uh... what needs to be discussed?” He inquired, not even worried about what he had to say, because it looked like Lil’ had something worse to get off her chest. The suspense was killing him inside, low-key making him wonder if it had anything to do with his brother again. “I’m all ears, what’s going on?” The male reiterated, tapping his fingers against his leg.

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making some changes to this, getting rid of some muses, etc etc. i’m trying not to disappear this time... but y’know. anyway, i’m still interested in new partners, plots and all that, so feel free to hmu! i’m into everything (maybe i shouldn’t say that) and i kinda suck at supernatural, but again... y’know. lmao.

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@thefirstwcman // divulgence.

Deziah was constantly being put into predicaments that caused him to disappear for long periods of time; it was becoming second nature to him. A few random pop ups here and there, if he could, just to see Lilith even if only for a minute. Such as now.

“I’m glad you had some time to spare, not seeing you for a couple of weeks is beginning to feel more like years.” The male spoke as he entered Lil’s home. “Thought maybe you’d be too busy for me today.” He chuckled, planting a soft kiss onto her lips. The last time they’d reconnected, a simple conversation turned into a rather heated encounter - which is what Dez really came to discuss.

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when u create too many ocs and dont have the time to develop them all equally and ur brain just wants u to focus on one or two at a time but u keep making more and more and u feel like ur abandoning the ones u havent done anything with for a while

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you know what i am so down for? a roadtrip plot. it doesn’t have to necessarily be romantic (but it would be hella cute if you decided that bc? i’ll get to the aesthetic) muse a is a photographer/videographer. always wanting to get the perfect shot. complete wild heart. they could already be traveling around when they meet muse b, or they could have known each other before. ANYWAY. one day muse a comes to muse b and tells them they want to go on a roadtrip. they bought a vw bus or something off some oldie and are going to travel across the country and stopping at every beautiful place they come across. they ask muse b to come with them and be in the passenger seat of this epic adventure. the amount of things that could go right/wrong is up to you, but seriously the idea of early mornings in this bus, huddled over a little propane stove or even camping at a national park and getting up to go take pictures on the edge of some cliff and then sit there and have deep and nice conversations as the sun sets. when they’re out taking pictures and then it starts raining and they have to run back to the bus and then sit there soaked and laughing and realize that they are seriously having the time of their lives and never want to leave AHHHHH !!!

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i know i keep abandoning this page, then randomly come back lookin’ for love. but, anybody wanna plot with my neglectful ass real quick?

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The hum Adonis received in response brought over a sense of calmness, seeing as though his biggest fear at the moment was giving her an answer she didn’t want to hear. A small smile crept upon his lips as Natalie spoke and he’d given her a short nod. “Like butter, huh? I mean, I truly doubt that this place would disappoint me or we wouldn’t be here.” Shooting a quick glance down at her hand, he then made eye contact again while pondering on his next reply. “Well, it honestly started off as me wanting to be far away from my dysfunctional family. But, I ended up loving it and gaining the opportunity to travel the world with low funds at the time was a bonus for me.” He shrugged. One thing he didn’t want to do was discuss his lack of funds, past or present, but he was still young with plenty of time to move to the ‘upper class’ world if he truly wanted to. Reaching for his glass, Adonis lifted it off the table and waited for Natalie to do the same with a brow raised. “Aside from my current career choice, what else would you like to know about me?”

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It was nothing for Deziah to show Lil’ how much he’d missed her, especially in a setting such as his office. A dream come true. What started off as just a few kisses on her lips, neck, and chest, turned into a heated encounter; which he felt was long overdue anyway. He ignored any knocks at the door, focus solely set on pleasing Lilith. Whatever he was upset over at the beginning of their conversation was officially a memory, one in which he no longer cared about.

At this point, it was a blessing that she hadn’t left his office angry and Dez hoped that all of this was now put behind them. Placing his hands on the woman’s waist as she sat on his desk, he smirked, pecking her lips once more. “I don’t think this was enough to prove how much I’ve missed you, but... I can always show you some more.”

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All the Fictional Black Couples: Love Jones → Darius Lovehall/Nina Mosley

“You always want what you want when you want it. Why is everything so urgent with you?” “Let me tell you somethin’. This here, right now, at this very moment, is all that matters to me. I love you. That’s urgent like a motherfucker.”

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uncanon-valley :

me realizing that if i want to see content for my own ocs i have to make it myself:

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Much to his knowledge, Tidus could definitely drag something out when it wasn’t needed, so Deziah completely understood. But, a slight sense of regret came rushing over him after seeing how the conversation took a turn. Sighing heavily as he approached, the male reached for Lilith’s hand. “Wait, I disagree. Yes, I know you’re a woman who sticks to her word, but seriously, don’t leave.”

Dez was beginning to feel like his brother, a nuisance. “This went nothing like I expected, but I rather had gotten it out of my system than to not say anything.” Locking eyes with Lil, he brushed his thumb against the back of her hand. “If you truly do wanna go, I understand. I personally just don’t want you to...”

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. A chill right down to the bones. Tobogganing. Teeth chattering. Sleeping all day. Sitting by the fireplace. Spending time with family. Layered clothing.  Seeing another’s breath. Loving the cold. A state of inactivity. Cold hands. Blistering winds shaking the closed windows. A bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. Cable knit socks. A bitter remark. A log cabin in the middle of nowhere. Hating the cold. Full-length windows to peer out of. Pale skin. Deep conversations. Watching the snow fall. Sharp edges. Hot chocolate. Smelling every candle in the store. A wild snow storm. Melancholy. Lighting candles around the bathtub. Snow globes. Expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. The softest blankets. Liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. The smell after it rains. Being in control of yourself. A soft breeze blowing through your hair. Lightning when it strikes. Cherry blossoms. Bright mornings. The first sign of hope. The relief of finding something you lost. Paris in the spring. Birds chirping. The art of growing. A kiss on the cheek. The clap of thunder. A tornado in the valley. Smiling at a stranger. Planning. Saccharine pinks. Making promises. Trying something new. Hugs when you need them the most. A bee sting. Sitting on the steps of the met. Coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. Picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. That feeling you get when you put on a good dress. A long hike. Rushing when you can take your time. Going to the gym at ungodly hours. Excitement for what’s coming. Becoming yourself. Rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. Lanterns lit around a campfire. Seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. Melting ice cream. The warmth of the sun rays on your skin. Fireworks. The feeling of never wanting something to end. Beach days. The lone blow up floaty left in the pool. Drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. Music blasting at 3am. Palm trees on sunset boulevard. Longer days and shorter nights. Wanderlust. Night spent staring at the stars. Sand castles. Road trips. Blood orange sunsets. Leaving the laundry to hang outside. Flowers in bloom. Sneaking out of your room late at night. Pure contentment. Barefoot in the sand. The street lights coming on. The sound of the ocean in the seashells. Freshly squeezed lemonade. Loose clothing. A cannonball into the pool. Sunflowers. The hazy pink before dawn. Relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. The leaves changing colors. A heavy backpack. The smell of old books. Eating until you’re stuffed deep. Dark woods. The silence in loudness. Abandoned houses. Ripped jeans. Crunching leaves beneath feet. Feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. Sitting at a bay window. Having an endless amount of homework. Charcoal drawings. Screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. Pumpkin patches. Creaky floorboards. Accepting that some things have to change. Museums. Small talk. Being ignored. Procrastinating. A door slamming shut. Going to bed early. Baking pies. The fear of walking alone in the dark. Feeling completely and terribly lost. A twig snapping. Crisp, cool days. Belly laughter after crying. Converse. Foggy mornings at the shoreline. Writing a daily entry in a journal. A lonely day.

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“True, touché, you got me.” Another shrug followed Deziah’s statement, his lips pursed together as he leaned against his desk. “Only thing I can say, which probably wouldn’t make a difference is; he only got that reaction out of me due to a prior altercation.” The explanation wasn’t necessary and he hadn’t planned on going any further with it, but Dez owed his brother that one. It wasn’t going any further then where he ended it.

Lilith’s next remark caused him to laugh and shake his head. “Yeah, okay, you keep thinking that if you want to. Maybe he’s just in denial. Honestly, I don’t care.” Making his way back over to the woman, he stood before her with a straight face. “I know what I’m doing and what the outcome is/was going to be. I also know that if he truly thought I was referring to you, he would’ve asked you already.”

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Adonis observed every movement Natalie made; her classiness was something to idolize; something he’d always looked for in a woman but never received. Lack of a male role model with stature, besides one of his uncles, he had to use roles from movies and television shows as his ‘example.’ Once she’d mentioned the aged New York strip, ‘Don immediately changed his mind on that whatchamacallit. At first his eyes dropped down to Natalie’s hand gripping his chin, then slowly leveled back up with hers as she tugged him closer. “N-Nah, I’m not nervous. I’m good.” He mumbled, clearing his throat slightly while giving her a quick head nod as she pulled away. There was a certain tone in the woman’s voice that he could never get over - sensual and sweet, yet sexy at the same time. Much like the look she’d been giving him after her next question. “Medium. Though I’ve been disappointed a time or two, I don’t see that happening here.” Adonis smirked, his leg had been shaking viciously underneath that table; lucky for him it wasn’t visible to her and he continued trying to play it cool. “I’ve also only tried calamari once, a few months back actually. Hadn’t expected it to be so divine.”