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@invcntions
— INVCNTIONS. indie, semi - selective ( and all over the place activity ) multi - muse rp blog. penned by casey, 28, she / her, gmt.
guidelines. wanted plots. muses. wanted opposites. starters.
psa: i've been on tumblr on and off for forever, 10+ years, and i truly mean it when i say things are chilled. drop threads, have hundreds of threads, yell with me until the early hours, send 500 memes. it's literally all good and encouraged.
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not needing to talk to the guy provides only a touch of relief. he’ll still have to see him, won’t he? will still have to watch jai moving on. maybe he won’t have to fake sick - maybe the nausea he feels now just thinking about it will carry him to the night in question. jamie starts to answer with something polite ( thanks for the heads-up, i appreciate the warning, pretty please take it back ) when he’s struck silent by jai’s admission. he blinks owlishly. brows knit together, lips twitch toward an upside down smile. “you, uh. oh.” his mind short-circuits. it’s one thing to move on. it feels like another to shove it into a drawer, out of sight, not to be spoken of when it had once been the axis on which their shared world turned. jamie struggles to parse through the emotions screaming in him: none of it feels good! “yeah. that’s fine. god forbid he feel weird, right?” it comes out sharper than he wanted, pairing well with the taut set of his jaw. “i’m glad you’re able to just ... put it away like that.” maybe, just maybe, he’s being unfair.
the edge to the words catches him off guard, features pulling to a quick wince when he still knows jamie intimately enough to see that he's upset him. it shouldn't matter, not when he's supposed to have someone new to worry about, yet the sinking in his chest is all too familiar as his shoulders drop at his sides. “ i thought it would be easier for you too. ” jai protests gently, though something in his tone still sounds like an excuse. of course it does, it is. talking about jamie to a new guy would open up too many questions, ones he doesn't have the answer to. and he's not ready to pick at the still fresh wound of what went wrong between them. “ i'm not putting it away. i'm just — ” avoiding it. ignoring confronting the words as never saying them may stop them from ever feeling completely real. “ would you rather i tell him? and know i can't come talk to you the whole night, or look at you without him trying to work out if it means something? ” he sighs, gaze dropping before he forces it back to his ex. “ i don't want to avoid you because of some guy i've been on a few dates with. ”
CLOSED STARTER for @ivygrcws <3
he's not sure what made him introduce himself, the moment of panic when met with familiar features short-circuiting something in his brain as he'd stuck his hand out and told them his name's finn. he's not actually heard anything since, mind elsewhere as the conversation is filled by a mutual friend who hadn't been wrong in their assertion the two of them would get along, though it's very clear they don't know how well. his throat clears softly as the third party finally leaves, smile forced to his features as fingers push back through messy hair. “ i'm sorry, i don't know why i — ” his gestures absently behind them. “ you're back. ” it's meant to be an observation, though it comes out as a question when he has to force down the faint hope it's for longer than a quick visit.
CLOSED STARTER for @ivygrcws <3
it's a little pathetic that he recognises the number the moment it flashes up on the screen, hands grabbing at the desk to stop his chair spinning in bored circles as marcus turns down the song currently blaring through his headphones. there's still three minutes of music left going out to the listeners, though he wastes no time answering the call himself, if only so he has a few moments without being overheard. “ you're awake. ” he beams at the empty room, gaze pulling to the clock on the wall behind him as features scrunch softly in a look he knows the other can't see. “ why are you awake? ” not that he isn't always happy to hear their voice.
CLOSED STARTER for @aperturcs <3
he's in the middle of typing a message when the conversation from the man in the queue ahead of him can't help but drift back to finn. light eyes lift to the figure in front, the words on the screen momentarily forgotten as he glances over the all too familiar head of hair. he'd know the voice anywhere, even now. still, he gives himself a moment to be sure as the other male looks for his wallet, smile tugging at the far edges of his lips in confirmation it's exactly who finn thinks it is. “ i can get it. ” he interrupts, stepping forward to offer the waitress his own coffee order before moving to pay for them both. “ i'm sure it's my round anyway. ” the joking does little to help the way his heart skips a beat as he meets the familiar gaze. it's been longer that finn sometimes likes to remember, but it's still dante, his own features softening as he glances over the older version of the other male. “ hi. ”
CLOSED STARTER for @aperturcs <3
he's been pacing for so long, cody's sure he must be wearing faint circles into the marks of the wooden floor. the anxious movement does little to help, offering the occasional stomach-churning realisation that his steps are leading him no where near taylor. in fact, he's keeping his distance in a way he's not sure he's ever done with the other male before. “ this is bad. ” it's not the first time he's muttered the pointless observation, hand pushing back through messy, dark curls as he pauses to turn and face him. “ it's really bad. ” but it's still taylor, and meeting the familiar gaze doesn't change the fact that's all cody sees when he looks at him. even if he is technically dead now. “ did it hurt? ” the question slips from his lips before he's able to stop it, features dropping at the sudden mental image it conjures of taylor going through everything alone.
closed starter for @lipstcklover !
“ alright — ” lucas announces as he closes the meeting room door behind him, pizza boxes dropped on the table in the middle of the room when he's already accepted it's likely to be a long night. not that he really minds. staying late to work out cases with clients isn't a new thing, though doing so with juliana brings a unique range of challenges. “ the way i see it, there's one approach. ” at least, only one that might work. “ we convince everyone in the court that you were totally and completely in love with him, people love a love story. ” even one that turns out the way hers did, his gaze shifting from the files he'd laid out across the table to glance up at her. “ did you love him, at any point in it? ”
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“You don’t need to worry about that,” Bowie retorted. What happened between her and her best friend was no one’s business but theirs. She predetermined it was worth the risk. “I’m a big girl.” A pause, an exhale. She needed to lose the attitude; it wasn’t the time for a snarky comment. “It’s okay. She’ll get over it eventually. I’m not just going to shut you out.” The brunette shook her head, curls bouncing against her cheeks. “I won’t,” Bowie reiterated.
“ i know. ” he sighs, a hand pushing back through messy curls. “ i know it's not my business, i just — i worry about you. and about her. ” despite the fact it isn't his place, that he knows bowie can handle things more than alright on her own. lips can't help but pull in a soft smile at her comment, the familiar tug in his chest that he knew was dangerous from the first time he felt it. “ maybe we just don't obviously hang out for a while, you know, until she comes round, realises i might not be the worst person in the world. ”
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IT IS NEVER AS OBVIOUS that she doesn't fit in here as when she pushes radi away. it is entirely unfair: he can't help what he is any more than she can and in this world he is her only ally, but as much as she adores him she cannot help but see violence when she looks at him. they are stained with it and it is suffocating. even here, miles away, they cannot hide from it — and even if she could, if it meant being separated from him, she wouldn't want to. even now. « i don't know ! » she exclaims in frustration, stopping in her tracks and turning on her heel to face him, cheeks glistening. « in case you haven't noticed, it's my first time doing this too ! » what she had wanted was normalcy, the experience of any college girl proving her worth rather than having her name determine it for her. « but i have to do this, radi. for me. don't you get that ? » angry knuckle shoots up to wipe at her tears. « you might be okay being a pawn in a world that doesn't even want us. but i'm gonna die there, radi. » it's only dumb luck that she's made it this far. « don't i get to live a little first ? »
he wants to understand it, more than anything he wants to be there for evie the way she so clearly needs him to be, and yet it feels like ever since they arrived every decision radi's made has been the wrong one. back home they were a team, finding comfort in each other — here, their differences are too clear. she's running from a family while he's never had one, trying to get off the path already carved out for her while he's only ever had the option of making his own. perhaps she does have more in common with some guys in a frat house than with him. “ you have no idea how lucky you are. ” his head shakes, words muttered to the night air as the hole in his chest pulls at the seams. “ evie, you get to be here because those people love you — because dallas went behind his boss to help you, because your brother wants you to be happy. ” and because he'll drop everything in his life to go along and keep her safe. in a heartbeat, the same way he always has done. “ i'm not a pawn. ” he disagrees , words heavy as dark eyes scan through the darkness. it's second nature and yet he's glad of the excuse not to keep looking at the hurt features, unsure how long he can stop himself from trying to wrap an arm round her if he does. “ i make my own decisions. i'm protecting the people who took me in when the world you're desperate to be part of left me to deal with it. ” as a child. sawyer's far from perfect, but his family had been kinder than any social worker ever managed. “ you get to live more than any of us. ” he mutters, hands shoving in jacket pockets to force them not to reach out as he readies to start walking. “ and you won't die there, not as long as i'm around. ”
give me a plot where muse a and muse b are broken up and they’re both taking it REALLY hard. but instead of doing post-relationship threads we can do F L A S H B A C K paras !! big fights leading up to the split, the first time they slept together, the last time they slept together, little disagreements that lead up to HUGE disagreements that go down in public, cute trips that they took to the city, visits with the future in-laws, big events where future plans were made ( plans that evidently fell through ), the day they met, their first kiss, all that good shit okay just give it to me but make it h e a r t b r e a k i n g because we’ll know it doesn’t work out at the end. something kind of like eternal sunshine except no memory-wiping or whatever
for a moment asher considers it, the prospect of taking gabe and throwing him in jail. tossing the key off the dock they're headed towards, never to be heard from again. it sounds like peace. "yes, exactly," he nods with a hand gesturing in the air as he drives, "boring, bland, uninspired. you finally get what your dishes look like," asher finishes the thought as he pauses at a red light, knowing full well that isn't what gabriel meant. and as much as he fucking hates to admit it ( he never will, at least not out loud, ) gabe's dishes aren't any of those things. they're beautiful and cutting edge, actually. the sharp competition only makes him work harder on his own. it was like that way back in training, and now that they're under the same roof again it's even worse. "if you're gonna smoke in the car, smoke now and not after we get the fish. obviously." his finger's already messing with the button to roll the windows down. the last thing he needs is his partner's ugly morning habit ruining the integrity of the food. if gabe wants to destress, he should just snort a line before open like a civilized person. aka, asher.
it's a cliche how easily the words get under his skin, that asher could insult him a hundred times over and warrant little more than a roll of his eyes — yet to criticise his dishes is like tearing a piece from his soul. “ fuck off, adebayo. ” he grumbles, already moving to light the cigarette held loosley between his fingers. “ we're both competing for the same fucking thing. when you get left with this shithole you can do whatever you like with it — make all the food beige for all i care. ” he knows the chef won't. there's no one else whose food he admires the way he does asher's, perhaps that's what had made him so attractive to gabe in the first place. and infuriating. both parts annoyingly still ring true several years on, though gabe's done his best to push at least one of them to the side. “ you know, you're getting more uptight with age. ” he contemplates aloud, rolling the window down as he relaxes ever so slightly at the familiar rush of nicotine. “ can't be good for your blood pressure, you need to chill out a little. ” not that gabe is one to talk, hypocrisy thick in the words when the lack of fish had spiked his own cortisol level to an unhealthy new high.
SHE STANDS UNWAVERING BEFORE him and it shouldn't make him long for her more, but it does. every bit of his life has been carved out for him and here she is — an unpredictable disaster in the making. bellamy knows better than to entertain the thought of them ever being anything more than two twin flames, constantly on the verge of burning out or burning down everything else. that's why he keeps coming back though. « why act like you care ? » he challenges, one eyebrow shooting up, intrigued despite himself. « you wouldn't know what to do with love even if you had it. and you don't. »
she knows it's twisted that seeing him on the arm of someone else makes her want him more, a messy game in which bellamy will never be hers and yet she can't stand the idea of him being someone else's either. “ and what would you know about love? ” raven bites back, eyes boring into him as if she can crack her way through the skin to find whatever makes him tick. and maybe she'll destroy it. or maybe she won't. “ at least i know better than to mess with it. the one poor girl who might have loved you, and you've already done enough to break her heart. whatever you think i am — remember, you're worse, and we both know you'd do it again. ”
fiona couldn’t quite swallow the surprised scoff at his tone of voice, like the idea was somehow insulting to him. or repulsive. “ i guess so? we didn’t exactly sit down to make carpooling plans yet, ” she attempted to ease the apparent tension with some jest, but it didn’t seem to land very well with him. and bennett wasn’t wrong for reminding her of all the times she wished terrible things upon his brother, for what he did when the two of them were young. but a decade had passed since, and no one was the same person as they were ten years ago, were they. “ of course i remember. but should we still hold onto those grudges? ” it was easier said from her side, not having been on the receiving end of his brother’s bullying. and she didn’t want to dismiss his feelings either. “ i realize i can’t take him physically, but there’s still the option of revenge to end this once and for all. wanna sign him up for a scientology mailing list? replace his face in all the family photos with something embarrassing? ” but as soon as the words came out, her own shoulders sank lower, head cocked to the side as she looked at ben. “ is it really such a problem that i wanna go? ”
brows can't help but raise at the casual way she brushes off the words, as if it's no big deal — like going out with your best friend's brother isn't frowned on, even if he isn't a psychopath. “ we can hold onto those grudges if the guy on the receiving end of them hasn't gotten any better. ” he scoffs, the dawning realisation that he's the only person still doing so leaving a bitter taste in his mouth when, until a couple of minutes ago, he'd been sure fiona understood. in fact, benny had been sure she was on his side, that sometimes she's the only person in the world who truly is, and now she wants to leave him for jaxon. the realisation tightens like a knot around his chest, features tugging to a frown as he tries to ignore the nauseous feeling rising up from the pit of his stomach. “ yeah. ” he declares. “ yeah, it's a big fucking problem, fi. ” enough that he can't help searching the familiar features for some sign that she's joking, desperate for any suggestions this is all some lie she's using to try and wind him up. “ he's — ” he pauses to find and find the words, no option suddenly seeming severe enough for a guy who's always taken everything from him, and now he's going to take her too. “ you just... you can't go out with him. there's a code, friends don't do that. ”
OKAY in a miracle i'm finally on top of my drafts and have a handful of unnecessarily specific plot ideas for a few of the muses rattling around in my head so i've popped them all under the cut. if anyone would be interested in one of them ( or just any of the muses ) feel free to like this or come shout my way because i'd love to get some more stuff going <3
finn spencer-hastings — resident doctor, homosexual ( fc: logan lerman )
i just need cute exes who dated years ago at school / college but broke up maybe because finn was still in the closet and dealing with coming out but they run into each other many years on and it's just soft and cute ( or one of them is with someone new and there's an added level of angst ) but just some second chance at love sort of plot
lucas bradshaw — criminal defense lawyer, bisexual ( fc: lucien laviscount )
i'd do anything for the drama of lucas falling for someone who he's supposed to be representing, innocent or guilty, the knowledge he's way too emotionally invested in the outcome, the attempts not to cross a professional line, just two people falling for each other in the worst possible moment
marcus palmer — late night radio host / podcaster, bisexual ( fc: spike fearn )
my newest son, i'd take anything for him but to give specifics; i'd love a plot with someone who calls into the radio station and he just yaps with them for hours in the early hours of the morning, they open up to each other in the breaks between songs and just idk. OR give him family? i'm still working out his backstory but i'm so open to developing him with siblings, ect
teddy fischer — post-graduate student / academic, bisexual ( fc: hero fiennes-tiffin )
HISTORICAL (-ISH): some high level angst where teddy went home to his family for a while and tried to write to someone he really cared about and confess how he felt but his parents intercepted the letters and they never got them / assumed he didn't write and he never heard anything back / assumed they didn't feel they same way. and it's just pining and presumed unrequited feelings with the potential to add in the angst of one of them getting engaged because they think it's all one-sided ( can be historical in the sense it's pre-phones but any time period )
cody matos — veterinary receptionist, pansexual ( fc: michael cimino )
SUPERNATURAL: for his werewolf verse i just need someone close to cody ( friend / partner / ex ) who got turned into a vampire and now the two are supposed to be enemies / hunt each other but they still care about each other so much and are both a little alone without the other and the angst of trying to navigate it
" i guess not. " he manages a sad, pitying smile, hands lifting to adjust the already perfectly positioned straps of luis' costume. alex can't help him with this-- can't hold his hand on stage, or think of a good enough excuse to stop the whole thing. the thought makes him feel like a failure. "i'll tell them. " he nods. his hand finds the small of luis's back as he begins to guide him to the door, down the steps, toward the stage. even from here, the roar of the crowd is audible. alex never really understands how luis does it, how he doesnt buckle under the weight of so many expectations. maybe the stuff he snorts up his nose is how. " I'm gonna be right here, okay ? " his hand has not left luis's back. he draws small, reassuring circles over the mesh. " you'll be able to see me the whole time. "
he sends him off with a gentle push. it's insane, the way luis turns into a different person on stage. it's easy to forget how big of a star luis is sometimes-- curled up in his lap, doubled over in an anxiety attack he seems so very small. but here, now-- he's larger than life.
two hours later, when the house lights come up, alex is waiting. he doesn't know the state luis will be in-- he can never tell if he'll be high off a cocktail of fame & adrenalin, or if he'll half-collapse into his arms, drained and exhausted and craving a hit of something. " you did great, " he offers, holding out a fresh bottle of water. " really, really good work. "
he always forgets himself on stage, a single step into the familiar spotlight and it's as if someone else takes over. the world in front of the crowd is his, he controls the energy, the atmosphere, the degree of vulnerability he's willing to put into every beat when no one watching has ever seemingly cracked what the words are about. it's easier to be raw in front of people who don't understand it, the familiar eyes of his manager from the side of the stage thankfully included in that experience. or at least luis' always assumed so — for someone who knows him as intimately as alex does, he's grateful the other male has never seemed to pry into lyrics that could only ever be about one person. he feels much better by the time the set's finally reached its end, the wave of endorphins far stronger than the way his heartbeat's not quite returned to a steady level from the interaction prior. luis hasn't needed it to. lips still stretch to a tired smile as he reaches for the bottle of water, unscrewing the lid to pour the contents instantly over his own head in the hopes of washing away some of the sweat and glitter that he's sure coats his skin. “ you stayed. ” he observes, though he's never had any evidence to doubt that alex would. it doesn't change the faint fear the made a home in the back of his mind since their argument. “ yeah? you liked it? ” the answer holds more weight than it ought to, sure if anyone would have noticed that his voice wobbled on the second verse of the third song, or that he almost missed his cue for the fifth, it'll be alex. “ good enough for thai takeout? ” the promise from earlier still lingers, the prospect of relaxing with his manager a welcome change in pace to the night so far. he needs to shower first, and get out the ridiculous costume, though he's counting on just doing both in the other male's hotel room when it's already too depressing to go back and hang out alone in his own.
HE'S BEEN IN THOSE SHOES, and he wants to reassure the other man that it gets easier. it would be a lie though. dallas isn't still here because of that — he's here because he's good. he still feels like he has to prove it every single day though, and it's a type of exhaustion he doesn't wish upon anyone. especially not bennett. alongside evie he may be the only person here still salvageable. « i will be, i promise, » he smiles sheepishly, touched by the concern, refusing to read into it. it's foolish to grow close with him anyway, only trapping him further in a life dallas can't leave. and he wants nothing more for bennett than his safety — and when he envisions it, it's without him. « i'm meeting up with a manufacturer, but it should be quick. » it's there, at the tip of his tongue: i'll go with you. but it feels far too pushy to even suggest it. « you, uh ... you've gotten the rundown on these guys ? » there's anger simmering somewhere beneath the surface. bennett should not go anywhere near where sawyer would usually send radi. the fact that he is only proves what dallas has feared all along — that to sawyer, bennett is disposable.
he wishes it was more reassuring to hear dallas' promise, that he wouldn't put it past his sister to ruin the other male's life for the fun of it, or because dallas is the one person he smiles just that little bit more around. there's no point digging further into it, pointing out that she's dangerous when everything they do is — instead he nods in quick appreciation, because he does need dallas to be safe. “ i've done the research. don't have a total death wish. ” he attempts to joke, smile ghosting on his features even if it's far from meeting his eyes. “ figure he's buying something from them, weapons or — i don't know, i'm just bringing it back. sawyer probably needs it all in one piece, so, i should be fine. ” totally fine. benny's just the delivery guy, not important enough that anything happening him to him would send a message. at least, not a message that anyone important would care about. still, his fingers tap anxiously against his side, sure there's a reason dallas' tone feels a little strained as he does his best to ignore the way they both know he isn't radi. not even close. “ do you — would you want to meet up after? ” it helps to have something to look forward to, plus there's a little comfort in knowing that someone might notice sooner rather than little if he never shows up.
