𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.

[floralege]

just an updated pinned post!

amanda. 31. she/her. pisces rising n planting my roots in virginia / est. this is a very low activity blog that's just barely been revived from the dead. my muse page isn't entirely up to date and i'll do my best to fix that soon, but if you have any questions about my muses, just ask! won't write with anyone under 21 and generally enjoy chemistry based writing, but i do love shipping and many different dynamics. mostly ocs with some silly canon muses sprinkled in. pls be nice n lemme read your birth chart!

about & rules. muses. wanted plots. memes.

[margoterobbies]

DAKOTA JOHNSON as LUCY MATERIALISTS (2025) — dir. Celine Song

[ivygrcws]

ꪆৎ closed starter for @floralege / based . ( the proposal )

"good news is they love you," he settles on the bed, arms behind his head, "bad news is they love you."

[floralege]

“yeah? does that mean your dad loves me? because he’s pretty hot and…” cilla’s shoulders lift in a nimble, playful shrug, grinning back at rhodes. “i’m just saying!” her penchant for older men has been tabloid fodder for awhile, though she’s certainly not immune to the handful of years that he has on her. “no, really, i’m crazy about them, too. this is all gonna be easy peasy, i swear.” so long as they’re convincingly in love with each other, that is. her hand falls on her hip, blue gaze sweeping over rhodes and the lavish bed he’s sprawled upon. “and exactly how method do we have to go here, rhodesy?”

[alliecathayes]

What, do you want me to believe that that’s real? That you’re happy, that you’re in love?

BILLY DUNNE & DAISY JONES Daisy Jones & the Six | “Looks Like We Made It” 1.08 (2023)

[orumad]

“that’s a fun way to get in trouble.” / @floralege

"yeah, i know all the ways," max assures her and she can take her pick. being at the hotel pool long after hours. laid out on a lounge chair puffing a cigarette right in front of the no smoking sign. he's starting to get the impression that them being alone together is a paved path straight to trouble. or maybe she's just getting some fresh air. the wedding's in a couple days, guests are starting to flock to the resort, rehearsal dinner tomorrow. he ashes his cigarette. "truth or dare."

[floralege]

phoebe had mostly been referring to herself, having internalized all the cheeky observations that her relatives have been lofting her way. even peter has had a few not-so-subtle taunts for her friendship with max, though it’s seemingly never occurred to him to be more present for their preparations. max, for all his quirks and sardonic smirks, is always there, probably knows more about her than most of her bridesmaids at this point… not to mention the groom himself. “are we going to play spin the bottle next?” tsk, tsk, pheebs. she’s got tanned legs swaying up to her calf in the pool, its fluorescent lighting reflecting prisms and patterns on her grinning cheeks. “truth, for now.” baby blues look to the bottle of champagne between them, plucked from the bar on her way over. “i’ll save a good dare for when that’s gone empty.”

[orumad]

your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes . / @floralege

bottom lip rolled inward, angel tucks his teeth into flesh, meaning to look admonishing, impatient. "my bad," he tells her, flat, wonders if she planned it like this. his eyes stay tuned to her face, mostly, maybe a quick dip down as he pivots, turns his back. "i'll wait outside."

[floralege]

“don’t tell me you’re a prude now.” she’s always eager to challenge, provoke, ignite the powder keg within angel that she was, once upon a time, uniquely familiar with. embarrassing as it is, vanessa revels in that split second, fraction of an atom, his gaze dips down her body. it’s a fragment she’ll cling to, happy to fan old flames. “you can make yourself useful,” she adds, shimmying into her skin-tight dress, collects her unruly dark waves with a manicured grip. “zip me up in the back, yeah?”

[floralege]

starter for @lustfools ( 3 / 3 )

“so, what, you think just because you’ve got a pretty little face, you can just get whatever you want from me?” blake scoffs, eases into the cushions with a hungry gaze fixed on them. “c’mon, you’ve got to give me a little more credit than that.”

[floralege]

starter for @lustfools ( 2 / 3 )

“if you don’t want me with anyone else, you’re gonna have to do something about it.”

[floralege]

starter for @lustfools ( 1 / 3 )

“i normally don’t drink this much,” camille prefaces, nimble ditches clutching her fourth glass of wine, “but for transparency’s sake, you’re almost absurdly attractive, and that’s kind of nerve-wracking for me.”

[floralege]

starter for @cxntresses based on the last bullet point

“typical, typical, typical,” daisy tuts quietly as her sleepy gaze narrows on the bright red DELAYED update for her flight. she’s too exhausted to be especially wound up, but she’ll surely journal away this disdain once her head’s on straight. she turns to the figure beside her, wry smile tugging at her lips, “i get here three hours early only for the plane to be three hours late. sorry you got roped into my bad luck.”

[floralege]

rewatching vanderpump rules (successfully got my partner into it hehe) and kinda would love a group verse of messy people working at an upscale restaurant together….. 👀

[floralege]

but really… if anyone wants this…

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[nonas-third-tantrum]

sorry i can’t come to the function i have to play devil’s advocate at 7:00 PM

[orumad]

"yeah, you and everybody else." safe to say the joke doesn't land, but lou doesn't really bristle, at least until he continues and she chooses to believe he's mostly referring to delphine rather than the blonder alternative or else she might have to mime gagging until she actually vomits. "we work together. he's--," bas doesn't give a shit that dylan works tech at her work-from-home, customer-facing spectrum day gig and has helped lou out of many a computer problems, no point in fleshing out the details especially when he's serving up a particularly tempting backhanded comment. "feeling squirmy," she repeats, her manic smile a mix of scandal, disbelief, offense. maybe a hint of interest, humor. "it-- hey, i'll go find a table. another round?" she says to dylan, elbowing bas with her, away from the bar, towards the row of high tops. "you're stupid," she starts, not unaffectionate. "like-- a brat. like a spoiled brat. you know that, right?"

[floralege]

“stupid and squirmy, aren’t we a pair?” lou’s not exactly proving him wrong, worming their way deeper into the scratcher and, much to his delight, away from dylan, albeit briefly. a man of meager and curious sustenance, even a chiding response is enough to immediately lift his spirits. “a brat? really?” his head tilts back with a bark of laughter, somewhat surprise when it quickly hardens. “see, that’s quite something, yeah, because from where i’m standing,” towering physically, dancing on thin ice in every other way, “you’re the bratty one. feels like i haven’t gotten a word from you in fuckin’ forever, and upon our reunion, it’s nothing but insults. honestly, what gives?” he’s trying to keep a game face, his pride undeniably wounded yet unwilling to falter. in fact, seems he’s resigned to make it worse. “you know what little blonde actually returns my calls…?”

[floralege]

starter for @sunbecms (2/2)

“this might sound like i’m some hollywood creep, but god, you have great cheekbones. i’ve got to get you on film sometime.”

[sealedfcte]

⋆˙⟡ closed starter for @floralege / based

"come on...one date, please? one date and if you hate it, i pinky promise i'll leave you alone."

[floralege]

“forgive me if i don’t entirely believe that you’ll actually leave me alone,” meg rolls her eyes, performative in her disdain for the pursuit, like she’s not loving the attention. being desired is nothing new for her, but something about this guy tickles her a bit. definitely has her interest piqued. “and what’s your idea of a good date, hollis? i’m dying to know.”

[sealedfcte]

⋆˙⟡ closed starter for @floralege

"wipe that frown off of your face and join me. please? you can't sulk forever."

[floralege]

“i actually can sulk forever, don’t tempt me,” jesse retorts, eyebrows knitting together and a futile frown threatening to dissipate with another look from her. dancing would ultimately destroy his whole brooding prick thing, but he’s had just enough liquor to weaken his resolve. “you should know i really can’t dance, xee,” he tacks on helplessly, stepping closer into her orbit, hand falling on her waist. “you’ll probably regret this.”