autumn, replaced.

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ok revamp in progress. redoing my entire muse list to include more recent muses and drop the ones i no longer want to write for! i’m also dropping my threads but i’ll be coming to everyone i had threads with and anyone who LIKES THIS POST to plot  with new my muses when i’m finally up and running again. mwah

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somewhere between all of the artwork i owe for class, i’ll be revamping this blog entirely and getting active again. 

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cactusrcse‌:

“ what are the odds of me getting you for a little bit longer ?” bao asked, eyes wide in an innocent way as they gazed down at weis. looking down was a plight that bao had yet to get over. but the day had been enjoyable so far - weis had found some time in his schedule to finally squeeze bao in and the former had requested they go to the mall for lunch. no stall there was the peak of culinary excellence but there was something to be said for greasy mall food and the hubbub of people sometimes. plus public was safe for them. bao was in no position to be throwing themself, romantically or physically, at weis again. 

their head lolled to the side and slowly their eyes followed the movement, pointedly looking at the arcade they were standing in front of now. and soon their expression was one that would give a  newborn puppy a run for it’s money., directedly fully at weis. “ i want to play, “ they stated with a sheepish smile. “ well, actually, really, i just want to win some stuffed animal but we have to play something in order to do that. “

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weizhe was sure bao knew exactly what they did to him. from the first day they’d dated way back when, he’d sworn that very face would be the death of him. and now, with what felt like a half a lifetime’s worth of trauma between the then and the now, it stood true. “ you don’t expect me to win it for you, do you ? ” it was a complicated sort of tension that birthed the sentiment, though his tone stayed teasing. on the one hand, he was blind to the borderline romantic nature of their day together, though neither of them had called it as much. if bao asked, he’d give the stuffed animals more than a college try.

 but it was a level of expected-to-provide he’d never quite been asked for. cooking, sure. sacrificing his own health in the name of emotional support ? nearly daily, at one point. but hand-eye coordination ? not a talent of his. maybe it was the childhood void of carinvals and funhouses to blame, but he felt an overwhelming pressure not to disappoint all the same. lord knows, he’d done enough to short-change the other in their time together lately. “ i’m no good at arcades. ” weis clarified, and hoped it made the words sound less like a rejection. “ but i’m yours to keep. you could take my whole night if you wanted it. ” 

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cactusrcse‌:

watching orion was proving to be just as satisfying as he thought it would ever be and he didn’t bother to hide it. the only downside to the action was that it caused that dull ache in his chest to well up again. pinpointing exactly what made it happen this time was difficult; the only thing he could say to explain it was that he just wanted this. even as it was happening in front of him, dia longed for it, and the nostalgia for something happening in the now was more confusing than he could put to words. “ gordon ramsey himself wouldn’t bother with making waffles, “ dia shot back, shaking off his thoughts. 

dia was so accustomed to the teasing tone the two had taken that at first, he didn’t catch on to what orion was offering. it hit him suddenly though and he was left sucking in a breath, a muscle in his jaw twitching. it was staggering to go from how they were before - orion fleeing at the first sign of getting too intimate - to this now. but this was what dia was good at. his natural charm kicked back in quick enough and he shoved away from the counter to stand up straighter. a smirk curled up his lips and he grabbed at orion’s hand to hold it steady. “ do you want me to try it ?” he asked back, voice deep. 

were it anyone else, orion might have shied away. but for every ounce of him that wanted to PROTECT dia, there was another that simply recognized him. his skin, his breath, his attitude. his fingers against ori’s wrist were flames, but welcome ones. and the challenge -- not unnoticed -- an opportunity to match that flame. diabolus had been right the night of that party. correct in saying that if he was trusted, it should be to hold every ounce of the risk responsibly. and while even at his best, ori couldn’t bear to give him ALL of it, this was something more well within reach. “ even gordon eats waffles, babe. everyone does. pancakes are fucking disgusting. ”

and just enough to egg his lover on, he stepped to meet the other. sliding an arm around dia’s tiny waist, orion pulled him in. hip to hip, it was hard to ignore just how much of them managed to meet in the middle. how close they were, even though ori’s body was supernaturally collied.  “ didn’t i ask ? ” the bite was humorous, but if he COULD steal the man before him in a kiss -- lower lip trapped between teasing teeth as they parted -- there would be no doubt he would.  “ you scared ? promise i’d never let these hands hurt you. ”

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“ are you ready for this ?” the brightest smile lit up holdens face, entirely too excited. he’d managed to talk basil into another camping trip and today was the big day for it. already, they were parked at a spot in the woods and holden could look out the windshield at the little cove in the trees that he was so familiar with. he’d been here plenty of times before with his dad, and once before with basil, except that trip had been as close to a disaster as they could get. nearly everyone was mad or upset when they came back and it ruined the whole thing. 

this time, holden had made a no phones deal with basil. whatever happened back home was just going to have to wait. and honestly, that’s the way holden liked it. vacations in the woods were meant to be relaxing away from the business of the city. and phones added to that. “ i promise i’m not going to make you fish for your own food or anything like that if that’s what you’re worried about. we have plenty for the night. “

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basil sighed; the noise more humor than anything. and surrounded in calm by the whisper of the wind through the branches, the quiet of the world beyond rye, he took the teasing in stride. it wasn’t as if either of them was keen on pretending that bas was the camping type. he’d been a city boy since he was born, and he’d probably die racing down those same city streets, one foot on the pedal and the other wearing holden’s ring. “ oh good. you anticipated how we’d starve, then. ”

all the same, it was nice to have a moment with the other where nothing was looming. even living together, basil could never get enough of his soulmate. between work, other partners, and daily obligations, their time together had begun to feel somewhat limited. not that life was bad exactly, only that it was better when there was time to lay his face in the curve of his lover’s neck and BREATHE at last. “ lead the way, baby. i’ll take any excuse to orbit you. ”

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litttleleto‌:

It wasn’t like kade expected to grow fond of him, it just sort of… happened. he’d helped blue through his most recent week of suffrage and from that moment on? something had changed between them. their dynamic felt different, and not in a bad way. no, he wasn’t complaining. blue lang had worked his way into kade’s subconscious– into his dreams. and now, on days like this, into his schedule.

he rolled his eyes as he made his way up the familiar sidewalk and shook his head with a grin.  “ I’m here though, aren’t I? ” why he was there, he couldn’t tell you. he never was very good at interpreting blue’s texts, let alone the motives (or lack thereof) behind his invitations. “ I’m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic.”

with a little pep in his step, he matched the tiny man at the front and gathered slender hands into his own. a gentle little squeeze served as their own special greeting, and he nodded into towards the house he has grown more and more familiar with. “ are we going in? ”

enthusiastic. blue turned the word over and over in his head; mocking it. it was too open for his comfort, but a feeling he chased all the same. and kade’s demeanor seemed to match it genuinely, which was hard not to find it endearing. nodding, blue clenched their fingers tighter together. he tried hard not to think about how those hands might leave the man’s head scent lingering all over his furniture later in the process. 

“ i don’t know. you made me wait, maybe i should have you stand out here a while. ” the words were an empty threat; his body moving from the doorway even as blue spoke them. pulling kade with him into his spacious but depressingly minimalistic front room. some days, he felt as if his home was a reflection of how bad of an omega he must be. blue knew there were some who were the type to go all out -- home an important tether where all things hormonal and inconvenient were concerned. but since his father’s disappearance, it had gotten harder and harder to put roots down anywhere. it wasn’t a home -- no. for now it was just a house. and maybe in a month, he’d find a different house. drag kade there too with the same amount of unspoken shame at the hyper-modern and emotionless decor. 

“ how was your day ? ” blue hated the small talk, but he knew something worth picking at in his --  friend’s, lover’s, human’s  ( ? ) answer would come along soon.

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he went: 😊, 😆, ☺️, 😮

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it wasn’t as if blue didn’t  T R U S T  kade. quite the contrary, he was probably the man the omega trusted most in the world. a lifetime of history between them had prepared him for all of the alpha’s nuances and quirk before they’d even become entangled. still, now that they had, things felt different. it was something about knowing he’d shared every intimacy he could with a person that turned things on their head; made his insides turn and twist in unpleasantly giddy ways at the thought of getting the other alone again. 

it wasn’t a date. or at least, they weren’t  C A L L I N G  it that. and he knew better than to assume that sharing a heat meant their connection was romantic -- but god. he could have sworn the other was asking for it. not in words, but in gestures and time spent hovered together. it had drawn him to a startling revelation at 4am the night prior; waking in a sweat from the kind of nightmares he thought he’d chased at nineteen, yearing for the other’s soft words and embrace. it was there, wrapped in sheets that could hardly compare to an alpha’s warmth, that blue realized he  W A N T E D  a romance of sorts. how disgusting. 

and so the morning had risen rose-hued and anxious; butterflies in his stomach for every second between the moment and their meeting. none of it enough to win over his nature, though. “ you’re late. ” the words were sharp, but only playfully so. he hadn’t really been keeping time as he waited for kade to arrive on his doorstep. it was simply more fun to make him sweat.

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taeho had found less time for house parties since marriage and adult life had claimed him. but less didn’t mean none at all, and when a friend had texted him the address that night, he’d jumped. it had been a long week ( sober, work-heavy, kiha-starved ); the kind that required as many pick-me-ups as possible. he’d slipped into something more comfortable, grabbed his man, and let the night air fill his lungs with newfound ease. of course, he’d lost kiha right past the door. it was something they tended to do, regrouping later when they’d scoped the place out for something fun to entangle themselves in. gone were the days where he’d flirt with others unprompted, even though he was pretty sure cutting in was kiha’s kink. it was harder with a ring on his finger and no intent in his bones to lie about the happy state of his marriage. but it was still fun to watch his other half flit around the room from a distance. observe who’s eyes caught on his lover’s frame, and make the same point himself in time. ‘ he’s mine. ’

“ miss me ? ” tae asked, sidling up against his partner’s back; arms snaking around his waist to secure him skin to skin. it had only been a half an hour or so, but that was more than enough distance to build the rush. AND to get properly tipsy. his lips found the curve of kiha’s neck in a soft, too-warm kiss. 

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👄 + holden

it didn’t take much to get basil talking about his husband. not when his thoughts were almost always focused on the other man anyways. “ he’s perfect. ” he hummed softly, and didn’t even care how the dreamy tone made him sound ridiculous. “ i mean, he’s barely taller than me and he’s petty as hell. and he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings – i always have to pry him open when something’s bothering him, but. i wouldn’t trade him for anything. he’s home. my soul and his soul were meant to be side by side, you know ? and we went through a lot of absolute bullshit together, but it’s left me with this trust in him that never shakes. never wavers. i know no matter what, he has my back. i couldn’t have asked for a better husband. i couldn’t have asked for anyone to be so, so good to me. god knows i don’t deserve him. ” and after a pause – “ and that’s not even taking into account how bomb the dick is, to be honest. ”

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👄 cecil

“ you don’t get it. ” zhihao snapped, aware that his siblings were clueless on the matter but no more able to control the hurt than he had been when cecil had first passed. “ i don’t want to sleep. when i sleep i just see him. and then i start to sober up and i get so fucking scared i’ll see him there too. ” 

“ wouldn’t that be a good thing ? like, for closure ? ” kitaek was ever the voice of reason, but reason had no home in his mutated grief. zhi simply shook his head; hand waving dismissively at the air. 

“ i don’t want it to just be. a memory. i don’t want him to be something i remember, i want him to be here. with me. in my bed, by my side, with MY ring on his finger. what if i see him and it’s not even a ghost ? and they say some spirits only echo their last few moments on loop. what if he’s one of those and i see him, but he can’t see me ? what if he doesn’t want to see me ? or he’s angry ? or what if he’s just a memory and every time i see him his face changes little by little until i can’t remember what my fucking soulmate looked like ? i can’t risk what little i have left. i can’t lose him again. i can’t lose all of him. ”

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cactusrcse‌:

dia used the length of the walk to once again curse the genetics that made him shorter than orion. it wasn’t too big of a deal, not really, but it would have been nice to at least be eye level with him. the thoughts dissipated as they got to the kitchen so he could once again focus on what they were talking about, not on his sheer lack of luck. and once he did he silently nodded his head to show he understood what the other meant with his shortcomings in explaining. orion’s mother never seemed to be far off his thoughts, it didn’t take much to guess that’s where they were at now.

“ well i’ll be the judge of that, won’t i ?” he asked, copying off the other and trying to lighten up the mood. dia never was very good at talking about anything he deemed to be emotional topics. full of consoling intent, dia squeezed orion’s hand before releasing it so he could back away and lean his hip against the counter. “ i get to watch you cook. and i’ll let you know if it’s sexy or loud ,” he repeated the word orion had used before with a joking sneer to his tone. 

orion rolled his eyes and decided against commenting on how much he hated even that small distance. it wasn’t like he could ask the other to hold him while he cooked, but damn was it hard being touch-starved and productive at the same time. “ you’ll see. ” he hummed, and busied himself washing his hands and looking for flour. somewhere in the room was a waffle-maker. berries to match it sat on the top shelf of the fridge, and arranged all in front of them minutes later they painted the idea of sunny, cozy mornings at a family table. something neither of them had, but had found a way to make from each other. “ gordon ramsey himself envies my skill. ” 

the brag was hollow, but in good humor. something to pass the time while the batter thickened into one. and laughing lightly, ori gathered some on his finger.  “ wanna try ? ” orion offered his hand. he had half a mind to smear the batter right down the tip of dia’s nose, just for making him prove himself so. the man would look cute coated in waffle. but there was even more fun in seeing if dia would struggle with the idea of having to suck it off  his finger. 

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open to: mutuals muse: blue lang. he/him. desc: rich kid/influencer with a drug problem and a ‘ dark secret tm ’ seeking life advice OR the next day’s fun. he’s an absolute gremlin just do what u want with him rly. 

blue had no idea how he was considered well-liked with last night’s feed playing on loop before him. everyone knew he was a wildcard, and expected nothing less than his typical brand of chaos to follow. he supposed that made him fun in a sense -- the right kind of unpredictable for people too stuck in their routines to wander. but watching back over an insta feed, it was much easier for him to pick out all his fumbles and improvisations. he hadn’t been sober for a single second of last night’s party and that much was obvious. less so was the visible way he kept checking his phone, waiting for a text that had never come. he looked pathetic at best and blasted at worst -- a culmination of daddy’s riches and top-shelf booze mixed and put to waste.  maybe it was time to start making better life choices. or maybe it was just time to start packing his own stash. 

sunglasses low over hungover eyes, blue huffed and shut off his phone. the sidewalk around his patio table was bustling and alive. if he tried hard enough, he could simply slip away with the rush. instead, he made to create his own gravitational pull. “ what are you looking at ? ” he snapped at no one in particular, watching to see what would catch. and though his words were sharp, his face eased into a lazy grin. like it was a joke. like it was a l l  just a joke. 

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open to: mutuals muse: taeho mae. he/him.  desc: small talk in a dive bar turns ??? other circumstances and outcome flexible to your muse and their verse. tae’s the type to say yes to almost anything.

it wasn’t habit that had taeho tapping his fingertips against the glossy surface of the bar top. merely muscle memory from another life, lingering ancient in the curve of each digit. he’d only been in the bar an hour or so; eyes tripping over kitschy decorations and swaying heads alike to take in it’s ever-glowing ambiance. it was the kind of place he often wondered if he would drown in, should he let his gaze dissipate into a blur. from the outside it had simply seemed bright and warm, but between it’s walls he’d built a rather accidental cocoon. there was no purpose to being there, and no one he’d intended to meet. really, he should get home soon. people had a tendency to worry when he in particular was late -- like he might find a way to walk off the edge of the earth if left untattended too long. and maybe that worry was earned, but tae loved the night like a brother. the glow of dim street lights sat atop his leather and lace like a second skin. he’d be fine. they’d all be fine. he was only two hours late.

“ come here often ? ”  he asked the nearest stranger, smile wide and cheesy. an absent wave of his hand brought another drink his way. “ promise i’m not really trying that line, i’m just bored. ”

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open to: mutuals muse: ilya sohn. he/him. desc: closing time at a bowling alley in a small town prone to crime. other circumstances flexible to your muse and their verse. 

 ilya had worked beneath the sloping roof of cosmos’s cosmic bowl for nearly six years; teenaged day job turned career while life passed on around him. it was the curse, he figured, of coming from a sleepy town. the kind where the sun never quite made it through the clouds and mountains kissed the skyline as far as the eye could see. it was easy to feel trapped -- easier to go stagnant. and though he’d begun to make a life for himself there at last, none of it felt any more exciting. “ we’re closing soon. ” he hummed gently as the bell above the door signaled an arrival. the bowling alley had been void of customers for almost ten minutes prior; an excellent opportunity to clean. it had also left the lanes eerily quiet, though. nothing to fill the air but the hum of the machines and ilya’s own soft breathing.  “ though, by all means, you’re welcome to attempt the world’s quickest game. or were you just coming in to get away from the rain ? ” whatever it was, he didn’t mind the chance for a little small talk.

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fruitlcss‌:

LIKE FOR A STARTER while i sort out my masterlist. i have a lot of new kids i want to give some attention.

doing some experimental opens instead. run with them, take them wherever you please. i have endless muse for all of them, so don’t feel too worried about keeping the tone of the thread any one way if you pick one up.

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when orion had been offered the position on the team, he’d vowed to himself not to screw it up in the first month. he’d learned long ago that he had a particular habit of embarassing himself badly in the first few days of any new venture; some comsically sick way of ensuring that practice made perfect. and orion was nothing if not aware of how very important ( and equally fragile ) his position was as a borderline useless drain of resources. but dia had wanted him there, and how on earth could he have said no ? so he’d kept quiet and tidy while whoever was in charge sorted out the rest -- ready to stand where directed, fight if needed, and hopefully just tackle a lot of paperwork. if heroes even had paperwork. 

it had been easy going until today. now he sat on the floor of what looked like a communal break room, the handle of the coffee pot in one hand, and a particularly large shard of its make up in the other. white tile met black grinds in a stark contrast, mocking his eyes plainly. he hadn’t even dropped it. just watched as the glass snapped away from plastic in his hands. who had he hurt ? what was this karma for ? who was that he heard walking towards the room and why did they have to choose now to witness his shame ?

“ it’s not what it looks like. ” he said in a rush, although. what was it then ? the hand clutching the glass began to protest, skin starting to bloody around the edges. orion watched from somewhere outside of his body as he winced, grip weakened, and that piece too dropped to the floor to crack in two. “ it’s somewhat what it looks like. ”

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