Pretty Creatures

vee. 23. pst. 1x1 & mumu f/f rp blog. pls read rules before interacting! what are four walls, anyway? they are what they contain. the house protects the dreamer.

[hunnybeerps]

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harlow’s still unsure of how she ended up in this predicament ━ slightly tipsy and stuck in an engagement she had no parts of. all simply due to one lousy business deal made by both her parents and gail’s, a last minute resort in making sure the money kept coming. harlow’s not one for rules, especially not for rules she couldn’t necessarily break. she was stuck in this whether she liked it or not and she’d try to make the most of it. harlow merely huffed at gail’s words as she took the glass that gail had poured out for her. harlow was well aware that she’d regret getting drunk later on but for now, she didn’t care. getting drunk and embarrassing her family was something she did often. this arranged marriage, if anything, was harlow’s redemption. she then giggled as she held up her glass as well, noticing that gail had spilled some of hers. “sexless nights? for you maybe, but not for me,”  harlow spoke, “arranged marriage or not, i plan on having fun regardless.” she finished off her glass in a matter of seconds, setting it down to the side as she relaxed on the lounge chair with a hiccup escaping her lips. “god, i’m going to be married. can you fucking believe it?” harlow asked, a slight slur to her words as this point.

          “open marriage, it is.” gail didn’t mind harlow getting her own fill elsewhere. hell, she would. and never before had the blonde entertained the idea of sleeping with her arranged partner. there was something distasteful about enjoying the ordeal - especially when she wanted to rebel against her parents’ wishes. but she did mind the fact she would have a ring on her finger, and a wife that was not hers to call wife. “but if we wind up living in the same space together, you’re not fucking some ho in our bed. i don’t want any std’s from my fake wife’s misadventures.” she downed the drink effortlessly, having done so many times before. licking her lips, feeling parched, gail mumbled, “what a shitty way to go out at the hospital. ‘girl’s wife fucked someone in her bed, gave her a disease you can’t cure, dies alone.’ or in the headlines, with our luck.” sharp eyes falling on harlow’s, gail laughed, “you’re drunk, aren’t you? lightweight.” although, she probably was a little, too.

[samsfenders]

Does she make you want to write or to live? Both.

Elizabeth Debicki and Gemma Arterton in the new trailer for Vita & Virginia (2018)

[sarawritesx]

open to m/f/nb connection/plot; we have been fucking for a long while now, feelings happened, but now you’re my direct rival for becoming the CEO of the most prestige casino in Vegas, and i’m not liking that

“Of course I’m upset, how can you expect me not to be?”Laura scoffed as she tried to keep the obviously fake smile on her dark red lips while she searched through her bag for her pills; she needed something, anything to calm down. “I put years of hard work into this damn place, and i’m one step from where I wanted to be, from what I deserve, only to be faced with this? Why, why now? The board was certain of their decision, almost — did you work behind my back?”the older redhead then asked as she swiftly turned around to face them. “You knew how bad i wanted this, how much I worked on it, did stuff off the record… God fucking damn it.”she said angrily and downed two pills down her throat. 

[hunnybeerps]

          “You realize you sound absolutely mental?” The minute Gail said it, she regretted it. The blonde knew that wasn’t the best way to go about the conversation. Not with how Laura was. But she was upset, herself. How could the redhead think she’d go around her back, fuck her over like that? “I didn’t touch your precious position.” She didn’t matter as much as being CEO to Laura. Yeah, she had the right to be upset. So she was. Gail frowned, however, as Laura downed her pills. She sat up straighter in her chair, reasoning with the older woman, “They’ll pick you, anyways. I don’t want the position. Never have, never will.” Even if, almost by default, it was hers. All thanks to her father having owned it before he passed. 

[venuscommissions]

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[heirbud-a-deactivated20200819]

closed to @hunnybeerps

Francesca’s third marriage, was hopefully, going to be the last one. She had semi-healthy relationships with both her ex-husband, and ex-wiife, and was determined to keep it that way with her newest beau despite all the chaos. 

As the kids and Alicia (new wife’s name) settled onto their seats aboard her private jet, Frannie found herself talking to the pilot when she saw Beth walk through the jet’s door. “Well, Beth. Cutting it close, aren’t we?” She glanced at her phone, in a poetic matter; not at all caring what the actual time was. “Kidding.” Frannie smiled as she placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Before completely pulling away she continued quietly. “Thank you so much for coming. The kids are happy you decided to come. You’re gonna love Bali.”  

[hunnybeerps]

          “Well, Frannie, I finally decided takin’ a trip to Hell might not be such a bad idea after all. But I ran outta sunblock, so I had to take a quick trip to the store first. You know how the story goes.” Of course, it was clear from the after-laugh that the blonde was only teasing - mostly. A vacation with her ex wife and her ex wife’s new fiancee, even despite the kids coming along, didn’t sound too appealing for the southern woman. It sounded like the kind of crap on reality TV. The really, really frustrating kind of shows Beth despised with her entire being and yet binged in secret. 

          “Where are my kiddos!” she shouted through the jet, not necessarily needing to. But the responding shouts from her kids warmed the blonde’s heart forever and always. Focusing back on Frannie, Beth reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll have my own fun. So long as you and yours aren’t smoochin’ around me the whole time. You know I got that sensitive stomach.” 

[hunnybeerps]

          “you know, i have to wonder,” the redhead said by way of announcing her presence to the busy mayor, stepping foot into iris’ office for the umpteenth time since their affair had started. “what the hell does your assistant think we’re doing in here every other day? hours on end, on our better days.” her signature smirk appeared briefly before disappearing again. the redheaded italian had certainly found herself as drawn to iris as much as the married woman was drawn to her. not that she would admit it so openly. “does she really not give a shit, or is she just that dumb?” a coffee in both of her hands, rosalie moved around iris’ desk, where she was sat, setting one down on the nearby coaster before leaning against the desk’s edge. “unless you’ve been blackmailing her without telling me, princess?” she whispered, leaning down to steal a ‘thank you’ kiss from the blonde’s lips.

@mitch1x1

[yamcha]

[hunnybeerps]

( OOC: because i’ve gotten an influx of new followers, i feel a little obliged to say this. i’m going to be highly selective with who i follow back for now. it’s not !! because you’re not a great writer !! trust me, i see most folks’ blogs and i’m like dAMn. but i think rn if i followed a lot of people/interacted with everyone, i would just be super overwhelmed. thank you for understanding <3 )

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Cont from  hunnybeerps || Grace 

Alanna chuckled at the response she got and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Sometimes I think he might. I think I get on his nerves a little at the best of times, not to mention how he gets when I take someone home.” There was a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke, before she pushed herself off the desk and moved to her liquor cabinet, reaching inside for the vodka. “What’s your poison?” 

When she made the accidental innuendo, Alanna raised an eyebrow and smirked back at her. “I’m glad it was the building. Can’t say I like the idea of imagining my brother like that.” she replied, laughing slightly. “I have some time, I could take you around and make sure that he didn’t miss anything…”

[hunnybeerps]

          “A little strange he cares his grown sister brings someone home. Unless, of course, you’re obnoxiously loud in the bedroom,” Grace supposed. She wouldn’t put it past Alanna to be, but perhaps that was an unfounded assumption. “Anything’s fine. I’m not altogether picky about my alcohol.” No, the alcoholic rather fancied the experience than the taste. Again, her face pinched from the image, “God, that image will haunt me for the next few weeks.” 

          Despite Alanna’s brother having covered every base, Grace felt inclined to take another trip with the fellow blonde, “If you’d be so kind. I’d like to see things from your point of view.” Whether her words were too casual or not, the blonde didn’t care. “For the job. Helps it.” She waved a hand, lazy with the lie, “Somehow.” 

[ladybingley]

that eternal melancholy of not being the protagonist of a sweet romcom

[rnargotrobbie]

[hannibaladies]

[b-lazing]

I want you to moan. I want you to gasp in my ear, pretending like you’re trying to hide the sound, like you’re trying to smother it, but I still hear it. I want your fingernails to dig into my skin and your lips to move faster and harder and deeper against mine. I want your eyes to roll back in your head and your body to push into mine, until we’re sticking to each other’s skin. I want to feel the heat radiating from your skin, I want to feel your muscles shake against my flesh. I want you to beg and I want you to throw your head back, shuddering for breath. I want your neck to be exposed for me to bite and your chest to be bare so it can be skin on skin, flesh on flesh. I want your legs wrapped around me, I want us to grind on each other so hard it makes your muscles clench and your jaw drop and your eyes have a look of pure ecstasy.

I want you. (via kristenstrewart)

[heavyweightheart]

in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

[pillsnpctcns]

Open to: anyone Connections: roommate, boss, coworker

“You want me…to let you send pictures of my boobs. To your ex…Who you just so happened to find on a dating app…So that they don’t know that you are catfishing them.” Every word was pronounced deliberately slow, as if their lack of speed would help the person in front of her finally hear the rediculousness in them. Victoria might have been a wholly unmotivated individual, stuck in a dead end job she’d been overqualifiedfor when she got it 5 years ago, but she wasn’t a complete idiot. “Why don’t you just google ‘random pair of tits’ and send that. I can almost guarantee that they won’t know the difference.”

[hunnybeerps]

          “Well - ah - um,” Mira cleared her throat, finding the elongated version of her want an uncomfortable experience. “- Yes. I believe that’s what I just said. In so many words.” Naturally, working as Victoria’s boss, this was an unusual thing to ask from the brunette. Not that the blonde had any problem with crossing boundaries. Her impulsive nature forbade her from sticking to the rules. “Because I’ve seen every episode of Catfish imaginable,” the woman complained, hand gesturing towards Victoria’s chest. “And you’ve got nice boobs.” Frustrated with having to explain herself, Mira prompted, “Will you, or will you not? I’ll give you a raise, or whatever, if you do.” 

[hunnybeerps]

( OOC: i really should do an rp thread tracker page but i’m just ... lazy. that being said, if i haven’t replied to you in over a week, please let me know! i think my oldest thread is like 3 / 4 days but my activity is all over the place. )

[hunnybeerps]

          “hey! you wanna get out of here? for lunch?” jolene tried with a purse of her lips, a nervousness buzzing beneath her tanned skin. it was their first day of filming. and the brunette was still in shock that she had gotten the part. in none other than a beatrice avery film. the older actress, who now worked solely as a director, had been one of her crushes ever since she had seen bea’s first film. years of fangirling had never prepared her for the moment the two had locked eyes in the audition room. nor did it prepare her now, even after spending their first few hours working together on set. “i get there’s like a thousand places that cater to the sets but...i feel like a breath of fresh air in town might do some good.” she offered a sheepish smile, lips pulled over teeth. “but feel free to say no, of course!”

@mitch1x1