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💜 femmewritcr

independent, selective roleplay blog. penned by cee, 30 years old. timezone gmt (uk). writing mainly f/nb muses.

here for; lesbian/bi plots, older muses, femme & non-binary muses (!!), greek mythology, crime/mob threads, supernatural/witchy plots, zombie apocalypse plots, angst, fluff & smut (v occasionally).

muse page / rules - please message me/IM me if you’re interested in plotting! 23+ muns only please. If your age isn’t clearly displayed somewhere on your page then I won’t follow/message back.

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do i resurrect my indie tho?

#yikes it's been almost 4 yrs since i've been on here #but i need to flex the creative muscles in my brain #hm

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floralege:

it’s almost humiliating, the immediacy in which evelyn’s presence can completely send esme’s whole being ablaze; she plays coy for her own prickly sense of self-preservation, but pink lips find themselves slowly curving upward regardless, “don’t tease me, evelyn, stay as long as you’d like.” as far as esme’s concerned, the world spins on the femme’s cunning word. a slight nod is offered to the mini bar between them, “you can make yourself a drink and lie to me about whether this is a matter of business or pleasure.”

“You and I both know what this is about.” Evelyn’s tone was unnaturally soft. A softness that only Esme seemed to elicit from her. Her gaze fixed on the white dress, the feather-light veil, and the soft curl to the other brunette’s hair. “Nice dress, by the way.” She looked beautiful. In fact, there wasn’t a word in the English language good enough to describe how stunning she looked. The knife-like pang of jealousy buried itself deep into Evelyn’s chest, and once upon a time she’d been too proud to admit to that jealousy, but that was what had landed her here today.

Evelyn grabbed the bottle of champagne from the side, pouring Esme a glass before she claimed one for herself. “Business...pleasure...you know I have a habit of mixing the two.” She took a small sip, then regarded the glass with a suitably impressed look. “Expensive. Nice.”

#evelyn ♔ interactions.#this is so LATE the latest ever like 6 million years later #but evelyn just popped up to say hello today and i couldn't ignore her #also i hope it's fine that i didn't ignore the wedding dress bc dRAMA