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heartrendcrss:
attempting to do some cleaning up of this blog (I don’t want to remake y’all but it’s looking tempting) and if you need me just shout!
turns out!! I lied I totally remade. same chick, same url, different location. sorry y’all!
I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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Liminal Space Meme
Send me a random number for a starter/drabble with our characters in the setting of a liminal space #1-104 (some repeats, mostly taken from this list)
a playground at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
churches at night
abandoned 7/11’s
your bedroom at 5 am
hospitals at midnight
warehouses that smell like dust
lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
empty parking lots
ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
rooftops in the early morning
inside a dark cabinet
A pond on a roof
early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
a cornfield next to a country road
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep laundromats at midnight
hospital waiting rooms
airports from midnight to 7am
cemeteries
abandoned penitentiaries
hilltops at night in full moonlight
empty barns
marshes
really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates
old stones and henge
the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it
train tracks that go through the middle of the woods
bridges
ancient places
stands of old growth forest rabbit paths off hiking tails
trails between the main ski hills
winter twilight
back allies between houses
logging roads
dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees
libraries before closing
anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise
the woods during a rainstorm
roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky
train stations after 10 PM
outside, right before a massive storm
the woods just after twilight
the beach in winter
the bottom of swimming pools
empty beaches when its snowing
back part of a library
late night empty streets
highways late at night
windy roads
windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road
abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes)
anywhere immediately after a really bad fight
little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts
the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am
firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass
House on a lake
being the only one downstairs on christmas
stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed
when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road
that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it
a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm
corn fields with the wind blowing over them
malls when they’re about to close for the night
woods at twilight/dawn
being on a train after midnight
theme parks at night
winding back roads with rolling fog
seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy
being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone
hiking trails that have nobody on them
being alone in an elevator for a few minutes
looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them
the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night
tree houses
empty seats on the late night train
4-6 am on a winter morning
Feeling chased
the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning
stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop
greenhouses that have been left to grow alone
cemeteries in the middle of fields
biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars
swamps with fog
hotel corridors in the middle of the night
anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is
foggy mornings in a meadow
that flickering streetlight
working offices at midnight
long, dark hallways
the middle of a park when its snowing
being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach
bonfires
a little lake in the middle of the forest
lonely swings
overgrow field/yard
the woods on a night with a full moon
empty stables
rest stops
empty metro stations that are usually crowded
gas stations on long mountain roads
the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street
The crunch of gravel beneath her feet and the breeze that hits you deep in your bone told her she was home. It had been a long year, but if she closes her eyes she can still see the missing posters. One stapled over the other. Another day, another face. Each one felt like they were stepping over one body to trip on someone else's.
At least they’d have something else to gossip about now that she’s here. Callie Winters, middle child, local menace and now? College drop-out. Twenty-one really was turning out to be her year.
She can still smell it sometimes, the metallic twang to the air. It’s like it never escaped her body once it entered. Making itself known every once in a while so she wouldn’t forget. Not that day, not this town, not what happened. She avoids the drains, even looking at them too long gets her heart racing. It’s not rational, but when did fear ever listen to reason? Still, in spite of herself, she looks. If only to prove for a minute she could. Her heart starts, the more she stares into the darkness the faster it goes, she can feel her palms start to sweat, and her breath hitch. The sound of the car door saves her, it makes her jump about ten feet but it snaps her out of it. Even if the curse that falls out of her mouth wasn’t at all dignified. She never fit the bill for that either.
My brain @ me 24/7:
And you know, you know, you know, this could be beautiful
just saying that a mafia based multi-muse rp would be great. like creating our own crime families and roleplaying a ton of characters all within the same universe and going along the same grapevine would just complete me. don’t make me beg y'all
crime plots i need:
you’re dating one of my gang members, but i’m the boss and i know how to please you better.
i stole your car and the police aren’t doing anything so you decided to track me down yourself and you found me, but whatcha gonna do, i went through your stuff so i know all your secrets.
you’re a heavy criminal or something idek and we hooked up a while ago but fuck, i owe my drug dealer money and i really pissed him off bc that’s what i do and now i need you to help me otherwise i’m gonna be dead and you actually know what ur doing so.
we’re gang members but the rule is we’re not allowed to date people inside the gang, but there’s a lot of sexual tension between us and then all of a sudden we have to take care of something together bc the boss says so and if you kiss me i’m gonna fucking kill you, but pls do.
your dad is my biggest enemy in the crime world and you’re a straight-up rebel, so to piss him off you decide to sleep with me and wow, it was fucking amazing, but now your dad is out to kill me so what now.
you’re a criminal and even though i’m a pretty good person we’re still dating and then you get caught and end up in prison and everyone that you owe money/drugs/etc from now comes to attack me and it’s a few years later when you get out and come to see me only to find out that nothing’s the same. (either i became a criminal/dealer myself or a prostitute/stripper bc i needed the money or i changed my name, moved away and gave birth to a child that’s yours)
we’re two thieves who literally can’t stand each other bc we’re each others biggest competitors so we have a stealing war with each other to prove that i’m the best in what we do and it doesn’t stop at just stealing objects (girl/boyfriends, friends, jobs, name it!)
we’re lovers and we decided to rob a gas station together bc we needed the money and holy shit, we got a lot more cash than we expected, but oh shit turns out this business was actually really shady and now there’s a whole gang after us that’s trying to kill us to get their whitewashed money back.
we’re just normal people and we’ve been going out for a few months and it’s pretty clear to me that you’re keeping something from me but i can’t put my finger on it and all of a sudden i get kidnapped and it’s really fucking scary bc they look dangerous as fuck and they keep asking me the weirdest questions about you and wait what, it turns out you make drugs/sell guns/whitewash money/whatever ?!? and of course you come in and rescue me and i’m super relieved, but now i don’t know if i should be mad or turned on about it all.
i work for a cartel, not because i want to but because they’re gonna kill me if i don’t and i just got to the united states and they’re making me do all sorts of things (cutting coke, cleaning labs, ‘providing money’) and it’s really fucking awful, but then all of a sudden you notice me even though you’re (much) higher up and i don’t know why but you’re helping me to get higher up as well and before i know it we’re getting assignments together and you’re like really bad ass fuck i’m starting to like you.
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“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw! Do I look like Mother Teresa?”
“But first, pick your characters…”
“under those crazy circumstances, i would rather be dead instead.” / michael to lily
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“Give me a break,” Tiger rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall of the loft and counting her cash from the evening. It had been a good night, all things considered. Which is why she didn’t feel too bad about tossing a twenty on Michael’s head to make a point. “As if you wouldn’t trade places with the rich and the fabulous in a second.”
“You would have a huge house to keep you company as your parents fucked up marriage played out behind closed doors. Drinking only the best champagne, and wearing the fanciest clothes.”
But then why’d you leave? Lily hears the question before he can even ask it. She walked away from all of it, the money, the clothes, her family. Everything tossed away for the chance of freedom, for adventure and something worth wild.
That was the difference between longing for something and getting it, instead of having it given to you and not wanting it. Call her ungrateful, it wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever been.
“Trust me, you’d love it.”
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“You were muttering in your sleep.” Aerith sat at the edge of their bed with a coffee ready for him, it was rare that she was up before Ghost. By now, he’d usually been around the block with Akua and made them both breakfast while she was still tossing and turning.
❝ Take me back to the basics and the simple life. ❞
The common phrase is in wine there is true, but Aerith never agreed. Booze made you do and say things you’d never say otherwise and rarely were they true. Dreams served the messier, more complicated truths. The ones that took a minute to decipher or rung out clear as day. Dreams, not wine, held was our hearts truly wanted.
And his wanted home.
She could hardly blame him, the city was indifferent on it’s best day. Cold and cruel on it’s worst. He adapted, they both have. Out of necessity for the life they’d chosen. But he was never that man at his core. He was meant for cool island breezes, the sun warming his skin and the taste of seawater lingering on his lips.
If a girl stuck trying to survive was ever able to dream, it would be of taking him home. To see him on that beach with an endless horizon behind him, because he deserved it, because she loved him.
“Does that mean we’re plugging the TV for the day?”
Euphoria (2019-)
Send “💬” for me to randomly generate a line of dialogue my muse will say to yours!
Using this generator! (Send “speech bubble” if the symbol doesn’t work!)
━━ 𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗞𝗜 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗗 & 𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦.:
“Nugget-y waffles might be the best brainwave you’ve ever had,” Ashley grins, his lips moving to place a kiss to the side of her head as he held her close against his own. Solely as a means of support, if their increasing closeness ever came up in casual, non-vodka fuelled conversation.
( It never did. )
He altered his posture then, opting to wrap his arm around her shoulders instead, granting him the ability to guide them towards the golden arches of nugget heaven that were now in the less-far-off distance.
“I want ice-cream so bad. If that machine is off, I won’t be held responsible for what I might do.”
His words hung almost ominously in the air when they reached the restaurant, Ashley stepping forward to hold open the door for her, doing his best imitation of a gentleman though his instincts were whispering to him that he needed a burger in each hand.
“After youuuuu.”
“Ice-cream sounds soooo good.” She crooned, walking through the open door with a drunken curtsy in the place of thanks. Immediately her sights sought out to the machine, seeing no out of order sign slapped haphazardly to the front. A good sign.
These things always seemed to be broken but maybe tonight was their night. It certainly felt like it. Between being able to catch a cab on the first try, and the club’s playlist feeling curated to their tastes. Plus, the score of knowing their meals were going to be on someone else’s dime made the night feel custom made.
“Looks like you might not have to Hulk Smash the counter for a Smartie McFlurry.” Nikki said, immediate the character’s voice as she flexed her biceps. The server behind the counter already hated them, she could tell. “What’s the biggest pack of nuggets I can get? I’ve got money to burn, and a stomach to fill.”
