OOC FC Change
Mun needed a change and this is the only thing in her life right now that she can control.
Old FC Drew Barrymore
New FC Emilia Clarke
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Three Goblin Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
art blog(derogatory)

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
sheepfilms
Stranger Things

@theartofmadeline
RMH

Product Placement
todays bird
Acquired Stardust
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dirt enthusiast

Love Begins
Game of Thrones Daily

shark vs the universe
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@isabellariverarp
OOC FC Change
Mun needed a change and this is the only thing in her life right now that she can control.
Old FC Drew Barrymore
New FC Emilia Clarke
OC basics: 1, 4, 24, 25
What is your OC’s full name? Isabella Nicolette Rivera
How old is your OC? When is their birthday? 43, Born September 22, 1983
What color do you associate with your OC? What’s their favorite color? The color I best associate Izzie with is Burgundy red, rich, deep, the color of her sangria and her lips most of the time. Her favorite color however is green, especially forest green.
What is your OC afraid of? Izzie has minor fears like bugs, arachnids, and lizards but some of her deepest fears are having regrets, missing opportune moments and the one she's most shy about admitting, the water. When Izzie was 8 her family went on a trip to Florida and when her mother took her out into the ocean both she and Izzie were bombarded with waves crashing down on them one after the other. Izzie never became a good swimmer due to that memory and usually stays in the shallow end if she can help it.
Also sharks
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Just Stay
Izzie was working another long shift at the hospital closest to her home, what started as a rental home began to escalate into a long term home that she was considering buying, the only problem was that it was more house than she was used to and it was becoming more and more difficult to afford. The house she was renting had three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a large kitchen, beautiful views of the beach, a large dining room and a large living room. While Izzie mostly just used the master bedroom, the other bedrooms were used more for guests and when Izzie ended up too drunk to find the right room.
While she had a few friends she didn't have any that she would consider close friends, at least not until she met Tommy. During one of her shifts at the hospital, Tommy came in after getting injured at work requiring him to go through physical therapy before he could fully go back on shift. Through their sessions they developed a friendship, first casual, then more and more exclusive where Tommy became a safe place for her and at times she would end up staying with him at his place rather than at her own.
Izzie knew that Tommy was due to be at the hospital that day for his physical training and that their sessions were going to be over soon as he seemed to be healing and improving very nicely, it bummed her out but she was happy just to enjoy that time with him. As she was setting up the equipment for their session she received a text from her landlord saying that there was a buyer for the house she was renting that was interested in purchasing the property and that by the end of the month she would be out of a home. Izzie's stomach dropped along with her heart, how the fuck was she supposed to find a place to live let alone by the end of the month?
The physical therapy regime had been intense after damaging his shoulder and arm and despite doing mandatory therapy at the hospital, the LAFD medical team were also monitoring his progress and he had been making progress. As much as the injury sucked, some good actually came from it when he met Izzie, who was his therapist and they quickly became friends and were hanging out a lot. They were practically inseparable. They spent a lot of time together actually, maybe too much time together and others had noticed which didn't bother Tommy in the slightest.
Casually walking into the correct department for the therapy, he sought out Izzie who was in one of the therapy rooms and he greeted her with a smile. "Hey, all set for our session?" He asked her. "Sorry I bailed the other night on our movie but Buck was having a crisis and needed a babysitter." He was teasing. They were friends, best friends.
Izzie slightly raised her hand for a wave then shook her head, "no worries, we can finish it another time." Izzie kept her head down facing the floor, trying not to let Tommy see the panic, the worry, the fear and of course the tears. Finding out that she might be homeless or living in a hotel by the end of the month was shaking her to her core and bringing back a lot of thoughts and doubts she had put aside at one point. Izzie used to love her freedom of being able to come and go as she pleased and see the world, lately though she has been wanting to settle down in one spot.
"How's the shoulder? Have you been doing the shoulder rolls I showed you? Any cramping or pain?" Patting the table for Tommy to sit down she did her best to get her mind off the situation and back to her job and friend.
He knew Izzie well enough to know that something was going on as he jumped up onto the table with ease, still holding his arm a little tight to himself when the pain or spasms were bad. "Been doing the shoulder rolls and the stretches just like you said. I've still been taking the painkillers which don't seem to be helping much." He admitted. "Been pretty rough with the pain."
He wasn't supposed to admit that the pain bothered him or how he had woken up from a deep sleep to feel like his shoulder was smashed up, searing and burning and something indescribable. "You wanna talk about what's got you upset?" He probed gently. "I might not be able to do much, but I'm a good listener. So what's going on, Iz?"
Izzie did her best to fight back the tears as she debated whether or not to tell Tommy about her living situation, she raised his arm gently to stretch then placed her hand underneath for support. "If the pain killers aren't working then it might take more support for the muscle. Have you been using both heat AND ice?"
Letting out a heavy sigh she decided to let him in about her situation, "I ... uh ... I'm losing my home. I've been renting it month by month and the owner has decided they wanted to sell, they got a cash offer and I have to be out by the end of the month but ... I don't have anywhere to go or put my stuff." Letting out a sniff Izzie shook her head and did her best to give a smile, "it's fine though, I can put my things in a storage locker and stay in a hotel until I can find a place I guess. Long term stays are just getting so expensive, I'm getting fewer calls for photoshoots and the company I work for to do this is cutting my hours so I'm not going to be making as much anymore."
Raising his arm a little higher she tried to focus on his injury as opposed to her situation, "how would you rate your pain? Does it get worse the higher I lift or the more you rest it?"
Mun is tired
Mun wants to go back to bed
Mun doesn't want to work
Mun probably has homework tonight (FUCK)
Mun had a dream where she went to visit the love of her life and just wants to go back to that because she misses him
Mun could probably sleep for a week at this point
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"Right." He laughed at her slip of the tongue. He felt her move, starting to right herself. His arm relaxed slightly, loosening around her.
"Of course." He replied, "But first, I need to find a drink." Brian's eyes scanned the room until he found the bar. Moving his arm and then finding her hand, pulling her through the crowd with him in that direction. "What are you drinking?"
Clasping her hand in his she followed him to the bar, "mmm sangria, not as good as what I make at home but it'll do." Following right behind him to the bar she noticed how the bar was beginning to empty and some people were taking the party to the street.
"Hopefully it doesn't get too crazy out there, pretty sure it's gonna be a crazy night for ride sharing, I know I'll probably need one. I haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?"
Making some changes
//don't worry I'm not going anywhere, just making some appearance changes on my page and I have added my two other muses that I will be RPing as well with their bio's and FC's. Hopefully it'll all be done by the end of the week.
¡Hola, España!
Fridayyy … Sangria per tutti!
Sangria for everyone — my treat. 😄
“Cheers!”
Izzie was more than a few Sangria's in when she saw a familiar and extremely attractive face enter the bar she was in, without hesitation she headed towards the door he just walked in as everyone counted down to midnight with her drink in hand. Jumping up and wrapping an arm around his neck once midnight struck she pressed her lips to his with her eyes closed shut and a smile grew in her kiss.
Once the kazoos and confetti begin to fly she lowered herself down and broke the kiss with a smile on her face. "Well ... if that doesn't make for a happy new year, I don't know what will," she slurred as she smiled looking up at him and leaning into his chest.
He hadn't been expecting the kiss, but he wasn't about to complain. He could taste the alcohol on her lips, even though he couldn't quite place what it was. Sweet and tangy.
An arm went around her automatically as she leaned into him, the glaze in her eyes pretty apparent to someone trained to look for it. "Well it sure doesn't suck." He replied with a laugh. "How's your night been? This place seems like it's in full swing, been here long?" A few innocent questions, just to gauge how drunk she was.
Grateful for the stability of his arm wrapped around her, Izzie looked around the room with her drink still in hand at everyone partying and celebrating around them, "it's been good, just got a hell of a lot hotter though," stopping herself to think about what she just said she let out a chuckle, "BETTER ... I meant to say Better."
Pressing her head into his chest chuckling she definitely felt the buzz from the sangria but wasn't too far gone just yet, raising her glass with curious eyes she began to lower herself onto her feet but remained close to his chest, "you wanna catch up with me?"
Cheers
Another year down and gone, another one approaching, there were people all around her celebrating but still Isabella couldn't help but feel so alone, even in a crowded room. Smiling faces everywhere, drinks pouring all around, from the outside in it looked like a fun time but in the dark corner Isabella sat, drinking her whiskey sour and wondering what was in store for her this new year. While others were dancing and flirting, kissing and playing games, Isabella felt a tear fall down her face and wondered if she would feel just as alone at home as she felt here.
"HEY! How ya doin," she heard next to her, a random man's voice demanding her attention, obviously intoxicated and thinking he was hot shit, he leaned over her not subtly looking down her dress and raising his eyebrows while licking his lips. Isabella might have been drunk and lonely but she wasn't desperate or looking to be someones bang into the new year. As she got up from her chair the man began to follow her, grabbing her arm at one point wanting her to talk to him but she noticed how close it was getting to midnight and she knew exactly what his intentions were.
Yanking her arm away she kept trying to get away from him in the crowd but he seemed to be right behind her every step of the way, with pure luck another man got in between them and caught the man stalking her by surprise. Looking back she could tell they knew each other but she could also see that the man that was hunting her was trying to get back to his prey and she didn't have long.
As Isabella got closer and closer to the door she saw the time and knew she wasn't going to get out of there before midnight, in the corner next to the door though she saw another man looking out the window, he seemed alone and not looking for trouble so maybe just maybe he'd be her safe place from this mess.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...." Everyone screaming around her as she made a bee line to this dark stranger, putting her hand on his face she softly pleaded, "I'll explain later, forgive me," then pressed her lips and her body into his hoping he wouldn't push her away and hoping more that the man that was stalking her would see and leave her alone.
The best shot from Hilary Duff's new album. Oh my!
// Well then .... think i just found my new muse
Ana De Armas
Celebrating the New Year doesn't have to end at 12am on January 1st. Let's collectively continue celebrating the death of 2025 with dancing and giving last year the finger.
💜ADA💜
🥳Happy New Year🥳
“Cheers!”
Izzie was more than a few Sangria's in when she saw a familiar and extremely attractive face enter the bar she was in, without hesitation she headed towards the door he just walked in as everyone counted down to midnight with her drink in hand. Jumping up and wrapping an arm around his neck once midnight struck she pressed her lips to his with her eyes closed shut and a smile grew in her kiss.
Once the kazoos and confetti begin to fly she lowered herself down and broke the kiss with a smile on her face. "Well ... if that doesn't make for a happy new year, I don't know what will," she slurred as she smiled looking up at him and leaning into his chest.
Place “Cheers!” in my inbox for my drunk muse to kiss your muse on the mouth at NYE midnight
Ana de Armas
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[DUMPLINGS: STIMBOARD]
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Happy Sunday Morning Everyone!
Who says dumplings can't be a breakfast food?? Fight me on this I dare you