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slowly coming back from a HIATUS !!
original characters * multimuse * semi-selective * nsfw
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full muse list * open starters * wanted plots * wanted dynamics * wanted opposites
current test muses under the cut ...
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CREATING AN OC : FAMILY TEMPLATE : this is a beautiful idea for when you want to go in-depth about your muses. This website allows you to make a very large family template for your muses free of cost.
two kids. two kids. god, evelyn didn't even know how to process that despite explicitely asking her for the information, knowing that there was a chance the answer was yes. it still stung like a slap to the face. and the judgement that ran through her next left her feeling digusting, covered in shame for even thinking that she was in the position to judge how someone parented. her instinct, as a kid who's father ended up absentee and cheating, evelyn wanted to scold her, ask her what the fuck she was thinking — but it wasn't her place. "how old are they? she found herself asking, hoping that maybe they were young enough that all the choices morgan had made and still needed to make wouldn't be incredibly impactful on them, that they might not grasp or remember it in enough detail to hurt them too badly. soon enough her guilt was cut off by a scoff, eyes rolling now that morgan seemed to be implying that she couldn't understand the situation because she'd never been married. never 'understood' what those eternal vows meant. to her, it was just a fucking legal document. a piece of paper that could easily be undone if she really wanted it to. "i'm not really sure what to do with your pretty shit apology right now, morgan, considering i'm only getting one because i stumbled upon the life you hid from me. i mean, would we even be having this conversation if i hadn't figured it out myself?"
morgan's initial reaction to the question is a quick and genuinely surprised furrow of her brows. there was no mistaking it for any interest in her life, and morgan isn't stupid enough to think that'd be the case in this current scenario, but she didn't see the question coming. even if it was meant as a way to further analyse just what exactly was the extent of morgan's fuck up, part of her thought evelyn didn't even care either way. that there was no information, big or small, that could make it all any less worse. or at least that's what morgan thinks. "they... don't live with me anymore, they're both off in college." at least they're, arguably, old enough that the fairytale of perfect marriages isn't one they're fooled by. it hurts morgan that evelyn isn't wrong — there was no active plan for coming clean in the near future, and honestly most of the time morgan spent with evelyn she hardly even remembers thomas' existance. perhaps that same fact makes her feel both less and more awful about herself. "no, we probably wouldn't," she admits, shame in every single word, her gaze dropping to the floor again. "i do think eventually i would've just... not been able to... not have you. properly, i mean," she utters under her breath, almost a whisper to herself, doesn't even know exactly what she's talking about. "but you didn't deserve this, and i didn't deserve your company if it meant doing this to you. i am sorry." and fuck does she mean it. but since when do apologies actually fix any hurt caused?
noticing the change in morgan's breathing, aida's brows furrowed. i mean, sure, she'd just gaslit the older woman but still! she had no idea why morgan was so emotional about this. things didn't work out the last time: differing schedules, differing ages, too much was too different for them to work. that's what they mutually agreed the last time they spoke. but then they got back together just weeks later only for things to immediately spiral yet again. "well at least you're breathing slower, so you are a little calmer." she pointed out.
a sharp exhale does its job showcasing morgan's annoyance and exhaustion from the situation, and she even momentarily takes her hand to her face to rub her temple before turning to aida again. "i'm glad you think so." there's disappointment laced with the sarcasm, but morgan also instantly shakes her head; she can't expect aida to know any better, can she? she's young and it's not her fault that she can't read between the lines of morgan's sudden breath shift. "what is it you even get from this, aida?" morgan asks, and not in a self-deprecating tone at all. in fact, she's very aware of what she brings to the table. the thing she wonders is if in the midst of their differences aida can see those same things.
⠀ ♡⠀ 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 ﹔ by clicking on the source you’ll find #405 gifs ( 268 x 150 ) of the actress valentina herszage in raquel 1:1. all of the gifs were made from scratch by me. please, like or reblog if you plan on using or found this helpful. don’t claim it as your own and use it to roleplay as real people. content warning : flashing lights, blood.
i've been doing a fuckton of worldbuilding lately in my free time, but i'm gonna put away some time to tackle drafts after dinner, then maybe take a peep at the tags !! happy tuesday !!
"eh. you'd be surprised. goths love funerals. at least, that sounds right in my head," bella states nonchalantly, glancing over to the other woman, "yeah, of course. they were my friends too," she states a little more pointedly than she would've liked, but either way she didn't back down from her statement either. she may not have backed down, but she certainly wasn't going to escalate things further intentionally either.
"right." and most people aren't goths, steff would usually add, eager to keep the back and forth between her and bella going, their usual bickering having become nearly second nature after all the years of having a mutual friend. but steff's not in the mood, which is why she also decides not to take the bait and bite back at bella for her tone, energy completely drained. "do you need a ride to the house?" she offers, because she knows it's what they would've wanted her to do, even if part of her wants to tell bella to fuck off and never see her again.
"evil?" the word catches aida completely off guard as she visibly recoils as if the word spat out at her held acid within it. "morgan, we both know that's not true. i was nothing but good to you." okay, so that was a fucking lie, but it wasn't like that mattered right now. "i'm telling you to calm down because you're the only one making a scene about this. not me."
maybe aida is right, maybe she isn't evil and maybe morgan is an overreactive scene-maker. or maybe it's understandable for her to be feeling - and acting - this way. maybe this has been a long time coming with all the running in circles the pair has been doing lately. "oh, okay, yes, perfect, so i won't make a scene. i'll silently go back to whatever it is we've been doing and it'll all go perfectly fine, right?" morgan's chest rises and lowers repeatedly and rapidly as she pauses, then continues. "'cause that has been working out so well for me, right? i've been feeling just grand!" the sarcasm spills from her lips as her breathing slows momentarily.
“You think I enjoy this? You think I like standing here while you hate me?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the anger and the hurt tangled together. “I loved you, Morgan. Loved you in a way you’ll never see. And that’s supposed to make me evil?” The silence stretched after that, heavy and raw. He could feel her trembling, her walls cracking just enough to scare the hell out of him.
Sebastian’s hands shook in his pockets. He wanted to run, wanted to leave before he said more, but he stayed. He couldn’t. Not when the truth was burning between them, and neither of them could ignore it any longer.
"oh, fuck you, seb." she doesn't really mean it. in fact, the words burn a trail on her tongue as they leave her mouth, so untrue they taste aimed at sebastian. but the anger is real, the hurt that fuels the decision to utter the insult. "first of all, i don't hate you. that's precious of you to say," morgan's eyebrows furrow as she stands from the chair. "and second, i'm not making you stand here. in fact, i'm not making you be here." jaw clenched, morgan inhales deeply, eyes immediately making the counter argument — don't go. try. do something. say something. her gaze flickers through every detail of his expression. "it's not the love that's evil, sebastian. it's the things we do despite it." implicitly, there is a hint of admission in the words she picks, but she won't elaborate, won't delve into the pits of guilt she feels for her part in it. at least not unless sebastian is willing to do the same.
open to: m / f / nb. platonic welcome. feat. BRYSON RHODES, who claims he can see & speak with the dead.
"i don't mean to freak you out, i'm not trying to kill your buzz." this was why bryson didn't get out of the house much. everywhere he went, he seemed to see the long lost loved ones of whoever he was with. whether they were still angry at the living or just wanted to say a few final words, it was hard to have a night out without some ghost yelling in his ear. this one had managed to appeal to him, as so many did, but getting the person in front of him to agree to hear them out was an entirely different story. "but, uh... have you lost someone close to you recently?"
and yet artur is freaked the fuck out, mind suddenly running through a line of a thousand thoughts, one that includes the very insane possibility that bryson, who was a stranger until recently, is actually an undercover cop, something attempting to get close to artur in order to investigate his relationship to him. it's ludacris, he knows, and he trusts his own ability to keep the mask on. particularly after trying to locate any possible slip of his, any crack he might have left open, and realising there is none. his story is air tight. so he gives bryson a sad smile, one that isn't entirely disingenuous, and looks down for a second. "i have, actually... my... my ex. but why do you ask?"
muse: leah willems, er doctor, 30 open to: m / f / nb plot: toxic exes... they could be dating, married, or it was a forbidden affair that's never meant to last
“then fine… i love him more.” leah lies through her teeth as she holds their stare with her own, unwilling to yield despite how much her heart is screaming for her to get out of there before her facade breaks apart. their grip remains around her wrist and her heart beats faster, she’s trying to convince herself that it’s all stemming from the residual loathing and anger she feels towards them. “i don’t see how that’s any of your business anymore.” she states, in her voice a thinly veiled warning.
perhaps the ambulance bay outside of the er isn't the best place to be having this kind of conversation (if you could call it that), but burak has always found some topics are better approached when they come naturally. or at least that's what he tells himself before letting out a mix of an exhale and a scoff after leah answers him. "you know, you'd be a lot more convincing if you actually believed what you're saying," is all he says in return, afraid that saying anymore will expose him for the hypocrite he is, not believing his own words either, having to use them to convince himself of leah's feelings for him.
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" don't be mad ? but my agent called , she wants me to write another book . should i do it ? "
"do you want to write another book, harper?" olivia doesn't mean for her tone to be dry or tactless, and neither does she realise that's exactly how it comes out. and while she knows at the moment she's in no position to judge harper for entertaining burying herself into more work (god knows olivia has been doing much of that lately), she can't help but think her workaholic behaviour only ever began as a reaction to harper's. "go for it, by all means. i'm sure it'll do great, it always does."
muse: bella phillips. 26. plot: second last from source open to: anyone 21+
standing away from the crowd as everyone filed out of the ceremony, bella popped a stick of gum into her mouth before turning to face the one person she couldn't stand. "i hate funerals, you know. " she sighed. "but i wasn't gonna miss this."
the voice is familiar enough that steff doesn't need to look instantly find for the owner. instead, keeps looking forward at the various knick-knacks and pictures arranged on a table at the very entrance of the funeral home. "i think most people hate funerals," she gives a short answer then takes a deep breath before she finally looks around to watch the crowd's movements. "are you going to the reception?" steff turns towards the other, but avoids direct eye-contact. there's nothing she would hate more than for bella to see her at her absolute worst, even if it seems so petty in comparison to the grand scheme of things right now.
open to: w & nb.
plot: loser gf x accomplished gf. lou is a total loser but somehow managed to snag your muse as her partner. they're unpacking at a hotel for a trip and she accidentally finds a ring.
"holy fuck, dude. what the..." the velvet box fell out when lou was trying to show off the very little muscles she had. lately, she thought it'd be fun to pretend to be a buff, butch lesbian but it didn't work when she wasn't really butch and she surely wasn't buff. and then she had to see the ring box, and her heart started beating three thousand times faster. "uh." she held it up. she didn't know why she held it up, but she should've pretended not to see it. but she was also having a panic attack. "you're not planning to propose, right? like, this isn't .... you're not going to marry me, right?"
"what the fuck are you talking about?" mac chuckles in immediate reaction, her back still to louise as she hangs some specific shirts on the very few hangers the hotel provides. she makes a mental note to ask reception for more. fucking type A. however, before she can hang the last one, she whips her head towards lou. "what is that on your hand?" she doesn't blink for what feels like five minutes, stare fixed onto the small red box in louise's hand. "where did you find that?" yes, she is ignoring all of her girlfriend's questions. yes, she's panicking. yes, she thinks she's in a nightmare.
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