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she's got seven personalities, everyone's a tragedy wlw exclusive written & loved by andro

[hcmoheart]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Written by Andro / she/her / 30 / GMT+2 / wlw ships Indie multi-muse blog / selective / original & canon °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I prefer to write f/f and f/nb and write wlw ships. I'm down for all sorts of connections and threads, be it familial, total opposites, platonic or romantic. Give me all the cliche hetero tropes and make them f/f.

I can be fairly slow, depending on my work schedule and mental health, please take that into consideration if you're up for writing with me! Feel free to message me anytime!

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[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @hcmoheart !

when misty was playing a role that meant a lot to her (and, with her notoriety and fame, those were the only roles she took) she often got lost in it. she wouldn't say she was a method actor by any means, but .... what she did was very close to the definition. she just took on her role as if it were a part of her. every single emotion her character felt, she felt. which was her lame excuse to herself when she looked at her costar and needed her deeply. she ignored the feeling most of the time, but it seemed to come through in every single instance the two were in. the hushed rumours about them were getting harder to ignore, and yet, misty wouldn't dare put a stop to them. now that they were on location, filming once again, misty fell into the same trap. "we should've just gotten a flat together. our call times are basically the same, at this point," she laughed, following her costar into hers because she really needed to relax, and her place she had been renting was closer to where they had shot (by only a few minutes).

[hcmoheart]

After unlocking the front door, discarding her shoes was the first thing she did out of habit. ''Come in, come in,'' Alyssa mused, words that Misty had heard a dozen times before in plenty other places she temporarily had called her own. A home that never quite felt like one, until well... her co-star started coming over now and then. Then some more. Then a whole lot more. And she'd knocked onto Misty's trailer door on set so many times she'd lost count. It felt like more than just practice. Than just a friendly bond between co-stars every time the two shared the same space in the same room together. Be it on or off set. The way she had caught herself staring into Misty's eyes, her cute little nose and those lips more times than not made it so much harder not to admit she definitely felt more for her than she let on in public. In interviews, in press conferences, in fan panels. ''Right?! Well, you know you're more than welcome to stay with me whenever you like, alright. Su casa es mi casa, dear.'' Alyssa shrugged her jacket off and made her way over to the living room, ''what are you up for? Shall I order in, get some wine, have a girls night in? Or you wanna go out for dinner, pretend we're all fancy and possibly catch some paparazzi on the way who make us out for.... well you know what.''

[hcmoheart]

WITH: @lavenderrpages &&. Christine PLOT: Auditions for a play, how about that? Since Vera's a drama prof and Christine's a drama student/pianist

''Boring, boring aaand boring,'' a deep sigh left her lungs alongside her opinion about the latest three auditions that had played before her eyes. Taking a moment, she then slid one of their headshots over on the desk towards the blonde next to her, eyeing her reaction as she had disapproval written across her own face. ''I'm tempted to just tear this one in half, that audition was just outright disrespectful to that beautiful stage.'' Now it was just the two of them left in an empty theater, she stretched her limbs with a more than subtle groan. ''Ugh. I need coffee, can I get you something Ms Vera? Coffee, tea, a sweet red apple perhaps? To wash away the bitter taste left in our mouths.''

[lavenderrpages]

as alyssa dragged out a dramatic accent, roxi felt laughter hum in her throat. "yeah, yeah, on your way to thee, uh, next oscars." a blanket of courage and support, always. even in the dramatic undertones of their conversation. which, always fell into place. their superpower was that uncomfortability hadn't been able to ever find a home between them. the scene was always set with ease, and oftentimes, ease when the world outside couldn't offer it.

there was no protest to her glasses being captured. "hot dog, lys, trying to break this crazy winter storm, and bring summer heat?? jesus." there was however, thankfulness. nuzzled like hearts glowing in the orbs of her dark pupils. "wouldn't recommend wearing those in public. might give a village simultaneous cardiac arrest, ya know." the beer was less appealing now, but necessary to cool her down. so, roxi took a generous sip.

[hcmoheart]

Roxi's mention about the Oscars made Alyssa scoff, a hint of a grin sat on her lips from the ridiculous suggestion, ''you'd better be my mandatory arm candy, Rox, gotta pinky promise me to be there for me when the invite comes in the mail.'' The image of the golden envelope landing on her doormat amused her though. A solid reason to dress up, powder her nose and present herself on the red carpet as another girl having used too much glitter on her chest. The thought made her scrunch her nose. Hm. Maybe not. Too much hassle. But the idea of drinking free cocktails swayed her either way. Not that it was ever gonna happen. ''Not the Oscars. A Grammy perhaps. We could start a band, you and I. Call ourselves.... hmm, ''The Roxxxies'' spelled with three x's for a third or even fourth babe, or ''The Hyper Sexuals'' I think that might catch on amongst youth.''

Lys sat back with a chuckle, finding support for her back against the sofa and dragged one leg over the other, foot dangling close to Roxi's leg as she basked in Roxi's heart-racing compliments. ''If that's your way or saying you'd wanna jump me, you can just do it, ya know. You, my love, don't need permission to jump my bones. Or, well - you would on sharkweek. But you're fine now,'' she waved a lazy hand as if to brush off Roxi's use of words that reddened her cheeks. Taking a sip from her own beer, a drop escaped from the corner of her mouth in the hurry.

[epicwrites]

How much could this infection take from him? It took, and took, and took. He was beginning to forget the list of names that had begun piling up at this point - his family the highest on the list. The more years that passed the more unlikely it was they were alive, his husband. His children. But he clung to the hope that he would see them again because otherwise...well, what was there to live for?

It takes a moment for him to realize that Emery is there and speaking, having pulled him aside from the rest of the group. His eyes are focused on her, too young and innocent to be living the life she was forced to live. To be dying because of the world she was brought into.

Finally his eyes tear away, focusing on Emery and processing through the words she spoke. Dios mio... "We don't...we don't have to do it yet. She could --" The words die on his lips because he knows they aren't true. No one had ever survived this, and certainly no one recovered. No, they just suffered and turned. Again and again. It was a service to her to do it now, before it got any worse. He knew that. But it didn't make it hurt any less. "We -" He hesitated, before finally expelling a breath of acceptance. "Yes. Si, si, the waterfall. I think...I think she'd like that."

[hcmoheart]

She was sorry. Even though those were words she could never really say out loud, she very much was sorry. For the current state of the world. For how there was still no cure to be found for this shitshow. For fucking other people over in order for her and those she cared for to still be able to breathe. To be alive. To survive. Different circumstances called for different measures. People weren't as kind and giving when laws were no longer in order. Most kind and loving people either tended to change or die. One way or another.

She was sorry for Bastian losing another friend. She'd make it up to him later, even though there was nothing in the world that could fix the grief that would occupy him. Emery would scout for something that would get his mind off of all the death that surrounded them. ''I know....I get it,'' her voice was quit and low, she nodded with her eyes averted towards the ground, unable to look him in the eye after she'd just dropped a bomb. But it had to be done, and he knew that.

It just wasn't fucking fair. And yet she walked past him to go up to the blonde who had no longer than an hour to live. However, a brief pause in her step, ''you can come, if you want. Spend another hour with her, before...'' she left it at that. Walking up to Lyshia and ask if she'd come scout with her, not wanting to alert the rest of the group about the girl's real state she was in.

[signfromgod]

— ☆ gimme a plot where muse a and muse b have been broken up for a little while, but one day muse a asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and they need muse b to pretend they're still together and go to some family event with muse a. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless

[lavenderrpages]

"i mean, c'mon. this seems absolutely bonkers. i'm no cupid, but you can't convince me that all of this toxicity equates to, uh, the bigger picture called love. just sayin'. i think they all need a whole lot of the good stuff - therapy." eyes watched the screen display a woman, british, giving a confession over someone named ruby. "i don't know much about these broads, but it seems to me ol' queen of england deserved a toss in the pool. hey — thanks." for the cold beer gifted into her personal space. alyssa had always been a few steps ahead of roxi. she found it clever, and endearing. a companionship she never took for granted, but always lingered a fond thought on. "always on queue." fingers pinched the cans lip cracking it open for a first sip. behind the froth was the taste of bitter hops, and malt. almost as soothing as the image of alyssa in front of her. freshly showered. immaculate. the other woman made roxi's brain hit an error in the functioning department. "well, you see," the hand that occupied the cold can lifted to loop her index finger under the wire of her sunglasses. she pulled the brim of them down her nose, eyes peering over the frames. "can't stay away too long. a bit of magnet energy with ya."

[hcmoheart]

Company like Roxi's was hard to find. Sure, anyone could talk for hours on end but something about Roxi's way of speaking, her raspy voice, the choice of words, the way her brain ticked, had Alyssa entranced every time she was graced with her presence. Roxi was a one of a kind that she was unable to let go - not in a clingy kind of way, Alyssa wouldn't dare to put a rope around her and keep her close. No, she'd let her drift in and out whenever she felt like coming over, no pressure. The ol' queen of England comment made a chuckle bubble up from her throat, the smirk reaching her eyes in the process. ''Hey nothing against the English, what if I'd been English and posh? Would you pull a Ruby and throw me in the pool?'' When Roxi let her sunglasses rest further down upon the bridge of her nose, she saw her chance and stole the pair to shove them upon her own her face. Something about Roxi's energy made her do a striking resemblance of a helluva English accent, with the added theatrical hand movements as if fanning herself, ''I'm chuffed to bits that you're here, dah-ling,'' back of her hand against her forehead and where her hair began, ''blimey, how would I be able to live without you, oh opposite pole of mine, the North to my South, my fridge mah-gnet.'' Alyssa teased right back, laughter lines gracing her face from the grin formed on her lips, leaning forward, she mimicked exactly how Roxi had just peered over her glasses at her, watching her reaction, reveling in the moment they shared together.

[lavenderrpages]

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roxi arrived to the others space unannounced. big sunglasses hung on her nose despite the dim living room. jangling jewelry, and keys made her announcement before her mouth did. the woman leaned an elbow into the back of the couch. the soft fabric dipping into it's structure. she was casual. rings clicked while she spun them absentmindedly. her eyes flicked to the reality show melting across the others television. “wait - don't tell me. yeah, say, is this the one where they pretend this is all about love?” the way roxi talked made bullshitting seem charming. almost.

─────────── 𝜗ৎ—[@hcmoheart]

[hcmoheart]

When she shut the shower off, she'd heard it - the front door. This could mean two things, either the elderly neighbor lady who lost her precious Maine Coon cat Jingles again for the umpteenth time - or... as expected, the chaotic redhead she very much adored. Roxi's voice carried through the thin apartment walls with ease, the rasp she recognized out of thousands. ''Go on, tell me more, what's happening, what are they doing? It's the one lesbian show full of drama queens, isn't it?'' Alyssa's voice came from the bedroom, always door open, she didn't care much about privacy, especially not in her own home. ''Be there in a sec, can I get you something? A beer?'' There wasn't really a question in that question. Quickly throwing something on, she ran her fingers through her hair just enough to find herself decent looking. She got Roxi a can and fetched it along the way from the fridge in the kitchen. ''There you go,'' she put one in her hands and clicked open her own, ''what's the visit about? You missed me?'' Blue piercing eyes looking into hazel brown, unable to take them off of hers for a moment.

[annatorv]

[hcmoheart]

WITH: @lavenderrpages &&. Sloan PLOT: Plur1bus baby, surpriseeee! Hope you still like my shenanigans after this one ;)

They were fully convinced this was the right individual to send to one of the few survivors in the world still. It had taken a day to travel this specific vessel from New York City, America over to Rosehill, England. To clean this individual from the fires they had helped extinguish, to dress them as this survivor once knew them as, to drive from the nearest airfield all the way to her house. Red waves of hair were gracing her shoulders, sunglasses sat atop the bridge of her nose when she shut the engine off and kindly slammed the door shut behind her. A smile gracing her face when she stepped closer to the survivor’s perimeter. 

Facing the woman this individual had last seen over ten years ago. “Hi Sloan,” her voice was sultry and welcoming, not a tone expected after so many years. “We can help you if you’d like, all we want is to make you happy,” Ruby announced whilst taking the sunglasses off for kind and loving olive green eyes to reveal, as if the two hadn’t split up in heartache both on and off show cameras for the whole wide world to see. Still they knew that this very individual could change the way Sloan saw things. Ruby Vandenburg, an old flame with feelings still lingering after so long.

[hcmoheart]

WITH: @epicwrites &&. Bastian PLOT: TWD/TLOU babyyy, you know it

Toughened by a world gone to shit, Emery counted her lucky stars every single day she got to wake up still alive and breathing. Sure, her back hurt like a motherfucker from countless nights of resting on any surface she had available when sleep fell short. Yes, she had done shitty things in order to survive, in order to still walk this earth. But those things were not particularly new to her, not with the military background she had. Pulling the trigger hadn't been hard. In most cases, at least. Emery knew how to read people, knew when someone was playing her around, be it from stealing supplies to hiding an infection, she couldn't be beaten around the bush.

Which brought her to the following situation. Taken Bastian apart from the small group they still had, ''I know she's your friend, Bastian, but she's not gonna make it for a few more hours. We have to do it. Let me handle it, take her somewhere private not far from here, there's the waterfall up ahead, I can do this for you.''

[hcmoheart]

WITH: @lavenderrpages &&. Cullen PLOT: I'm just a sucker for this pairing, especially in a TWD or TLOU setting mkay

''All we did was hit a setback, alright -'' pinching the bridge of her nose and pursing her lips to take a second. Ignoring yet acknowledging the situation they were having outside of these four walls. Being trapped in a storage closet wasn't ideal, of course she fucking knew that, but there had to be a way out of here other than the door those creeps were banging against. Of course the gas station had been too good to be true, a shelter for the miserable storm they'd been hiking in most of the day. They needed this place for the night, with hunger striking their bones and a few drops of filtered water left, they needed a goddamn win.

''Listen up Cullen,'' Emery's tone was firm, dedicated, unfaltering when she straightened her spine and took her gun out to check her magazine. ''I suggest we stock up on whatever we can find here, we build ourselves in and make use of the storage racks to keep them off as best as possible and make the goddamn best of it. You hear?''

[goodsirs]

Poker Face 2.01 "The Game Is a Foot"

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Rebecca Ferguson and Hannah Waddingham at F1, Silverstone l July 6, 2025

[aflawedfashion]

Lanfear | The Wheel of Time 3x03

[shcftingpieces]

open to female & nb

zombie apocalypse au. blair is back from a supply run and is looking for your muse at the makeshift encampment who is busy with [medical stuff? governing stuff? food stuff? you pick], the two of them probably have some undefined relationship because commitment is weird when the world is ending

BLAIR DRAKE. 30s. she/her. bisexual. former high school softball coach.

Blair was exhausted, finally back from what had been meant to be a quick supply run that had turned into a fight with their small team on the run. They’d lost some of what they had gathered, but they all made it out alive, which is what mattered. Blair hardly remembered the deep gash over her bicep until someone asked about the bloodied rag tied there. She’d been taken to one of the medical floors for someone to give her stitches and when she asked about the one person she always seemed to find herself around these days, she was told they were busy. Sounded right.

Blair should have gone back to her bunk and gotten some sleep. Hell, some semblance of washing up might have been smart too. Instead she found herself leaning against the wall outside of where she could hear the other working, eventually sliding down until she sat, forearms resting on her bent knees. She listened to the familiar voice, muffled from Blair’s spot in the hall, but comforting all the same. It wasn’t until she noticed the sound had stopped that she looked up to see them. “Hey,” Blair couldn’t help the smile that stretched over her face, tired as she was. “I uh...” Now that she thought of it she didn’t have an explanation for what she was doing waiting in the hall on the ground. “I’m back. They told me you were doing your thing.”

[hcmoheart]

Even after the world went to shit, one thing remained the same. Her role as a sergeant. Well, in one way or another. She went from teaching fresh faced snotty brats the military roots and how to hold a gun to people of all ages. People from all sorts of walks of life. People who even had to change their principles from never having wanted to touch a weapon at all. In times like these it was better to at least have some ability of self defense, be it against zombies, be it against raiders, or encountering wildlife even. She'd just told one of the younger guys of the group how to have a better grip on the gun before sending him off back upstairs. Lessons at the put-together shooting range were over for the day. When the guy moved towards the exit, she gazed at his feet until he'd be out of sight through the doorframe - her eyes landing on a familiar face.

Too familiar, perhaps. A weakness, others would say. But even a cold blooded killer machine like her couldn't deny the feelings she had for those she cared about. And Blair happened to be one of those people, maybe a bit too close for comfort even. ''Hey there stranger,'' at the sight of Blair she always felt like she could breathe a little easier. She was a reminder to roll her shoulders back and stop clenching her jaw. A hint of a smile formed on her features, one that did manage to reach her eyes though happiness was hard for Emery to enjoy - it always had been, even pre-apocalypse. Her gaze fell upon Blair's arm when she got closer, causing her smile to falter. ''What's happened and who do I need to kill?''

[cinematv]

REBECCA FERGUSON AS MAE Reminiscence (2021) dir. Lisa Joy