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taking a little hiatus work has been crazy and we got some bad news in the family... hope you all understand

[dearly]

City of Trees (2019)

[plotbunnys]

US AGAINST THE WORLD: plot bunny masterlist #001

ZOMBIES !!: muse a & muse b met during the worst circumstances, in an abandoned building, fighting over a stash of supplies. here they are, after a war ravaged country left a plethora of zombies in its wake, they lock eyes of a box of spam. who woulda thought? they tag team and take on zombies together and find a way to survive and perhaps fall in love at the same time. lots of blood & near death experience !!

look who’s coming to dinner..: muse a’s sibling is engaged and their parents couldn’t be more thrilled. muse a, who has always lived in their sibling’s shadow, is less impressed. however, when muse a’s sibling shows up to the engagement party with muse b on their arm, muse a’s super hot TA from the lecture they attended last semester. oh yes, it was mutual, and you bet there’s still sexual tension.

diamonds are forever: muse a is a thief, mastering in art theft and jewel theft. muse b is the special agent assigned to quietly apprehend muse a. however, muse b does not intend on falling head over heels for the elusive criminal. the two meet in a series of settings over time ( perhaps a train in europe’s countryside, or a karaoke bar in downtown tokyo ) & eventually plot to run away together.

who said i was an angel?: muse a is a demon, trapped on earth in the body of an unsuspecting human. enter muse b, an almost angelic human being who could be seen as corruptible. however, the more time they spend together, the more muse a’s demonic side breaks down. all this faking of good actions may be making muse a a good person !

rightful heir: muse a’s step mother’s side of the family is desperate to take over the throne. so desperate that they send her cousin, muse b, to be their eyes and ears. muse a, next in line for the crown, is appalled and despises muse b with everything in them. muse b, could care less about the crown, but boy oh boy is it fun to watch muse a squirm. all this bickering leads to passionate kisses and secret meet ups. (although muse a will still tell muse b that they still hate them) things take a turn for the worst when muse a’s father dies under “mysterious causes”. was it the work of muse b?

[masongooning]

MICHELE MORRONE 365 Days (2020)

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musebluebird·:

“Stop making this to me” she whispered with a sigh. She couldn’t tell him that she no longer wanted him and that what they had had ended for the better. She could not. She just wouldn’t take it. That was not true, it was not that they had finished, it was that she was too scared by the pain that she went through the last time to be with him again. Hell, not long ago she had wished that moment would come so badly. And now that the moment had come, he couldn’t allow her to step forward and let him back into her life. Because if she did, if she let him in, what guarantees did she have that he wouldn’t leave her again? "Please" she begged him looking up to look into his eyes “I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry" 

There. The hesitation, and the words she couldn’t seem to say. She didn’t tell him it’s over, so there was still a chance, and her feelings very still very much there. “Then I can only ask one more thing of you...” Gianpaolo caressed her cheek with his knuckles, his favorite way of showing his affection towards her ever since. “Kiss me. One more time. For old time’s sake, for what he had before it all went to shit.”

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musebluebird·:

Lindsay had to do something about her arousal when she got home, so she couldn’t help but jerk off thinking about her. She couldn’t deny that she was beyond desperate for June’s touch. However, she was surprised when she got the message from her, she didn’t think she was going to contact her after today’s scene in the library. She couldn’t deny that she loved that she had done it anyway “Maybe we can do something about it” she texted before adding a photo of her boobs to the text.  If she wanted something to happen between them she was going to have to take risks and take risks to get June to give her some signal more direct than a touch or a few words. Well now if that didn’t go well she was definitely going to have problems but if it went well, she was willing to risk everything she could.

When the ping came from her phone indicating she’d gotten a reply, June unlocked it hastily. She didn’t know what she was expecting for a reply, but she nearly dropped her phone seeing the attachment that came with it. June bit her lip, staring at it for god knows how long, and gently rolled out of bed and to their living room, pouring herself a glass of whiskey to calm her nerves - which in turn got her a little drunk. It gave her a little more courage to reply. “You look amazing.” “When you said you didn’t have a problem with me looking at your boobs, you meant it huh?” “You know what they say, take a picture and it will last longer.” June smiled to herself - she’d never done this before, nor had she been quite this drunk on a school night either. She felt warm, loose, and comfortable, so much so that she even allowed herself to press on her core firmly to release some of the pent up tension there, sighing silently into the darkness of their living room.

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musebluebird·:

Serena jumped in place when he hit the wall, that had taken her by surprise. However she did not back down, she just tilted her head and stared at his movements “You are being unfair, doing this to me” she murmured closing her eyes for a moment in an attempt to think what she was going to say next “Sorry, I don’t want to have my heart broken again ”Actually she was afraid to tell him directly that she was fucking scared to let him into her life again and then leave her to pick up the pieces like last “I don’t want to do this again" She added pointing to the space between them "I’m not the girl you left behind anymore" Serena whispered to him. To be completely honest, deep down she still was, just that she had buried that part of her deep inside her for her own good and she didn’t want to let that part of her come out again because then she would be letting him come back to break it one more time. She wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to bear that pain again. The fact of losing him, and the anguish of not even knowing why, had blocked her for a long time until she had finally tried to make peace with it for her own good.

Gianpaolo frowned. Was this really it? Their love coming to an end so quickly. If Serena was stubborn, so could Gianpaolo. He wasn’t going down without one last fight. He sighed, and put down the roses gently where Serena’s things were before walking up to her. Brown eyes met softer ones below him, making sure she understood the gravity of what he was about to say. “Tell me it’s over and I’ll go, leave you alone for good. No more arguing, no more defending myself, my actions or my decisions.” He paused, looking at the face of the woman he loved as if this would be the last time - because it could very well be the case depending on how she answered. He studied her features, memorized them, and his gaze finally landed on her lips. “Tell me the words ‘It’s over’ and I’ll disappear. Forever.”

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musebluebird·:

“I promise you it’s fine, June” She replied placing a hand on his arm as a consolation, if she hadn’t been in the library with people around she would have kissed her but maybe she should leave it for another time “It’s not ok, what?” She asked raising her brows as she went a little bit more closer to her “I have no problem with you looking at my boobs” she murmured trying not to seem anything out of the ordinary “or maybe something else if that were the case” Lindsay added before giving a small smile and walk past her to go back to the book shelves. She could feel his insides begin to stir with the meeting of both, if they did not have sex Lindsay was definitely going to masturbate thinking about her.

The reassurance calmed her down a little about the anxiety of her staring being taken as inappropriate. Now she was left with her arousal. When Lindsay touched her arm, she thought she might pass out. And when the younger woman got close enough to whisper, when she smelled her perfume and when their chests nearly touched, June’s eyes fluttered shut and her breathing got ragged. June was not as naive as to dismiss the fact that something was going on here, and Lindsay’s suggestive line proved that. As if by instinct, she let her hand gently touch the younger girl’s, perhaps to signal she wasn’t uninterested - that she felt the same, but just didn’t know what to do about it - and let go when the other walked past her. June stood by the desk for several seconds before moving to set up for closing but hadn’t stopped thinking about Lindsay for the rest of the day.

When she got home, June was on autopilot. She got home at precisely 6pm, prepared dinner, greeted her husband home and kissed him, ate, washed the dishes, prepared her husband’s clothes for the next day. Routine made her numb, and her mind always flew right back to Lindsay and what happened that afternoon. So much so that she stayed up well past midnight, whereas her usual bedtime was 9pm. She thought about what could’ve happened if she just... gave in. She wondered what Lindsay would feel like under her touch, how she could make her feel, if the painful pang in between her legs would be relieved if they... June sighed in frustration, checking if her husband was deeply asleep enough that she could slip out her phone to text her. It took her a moment to think of something to start the conversation with. She settled with something subtle. “I can’t seem to sleep, still thinking about earlier today. I’m sorry again, by the way.” Sent. This was stupid, even for June, but she waited on a reply nonetheless, biting her lip in anticipation.

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musebluebird·:

“You’re unbelievable” she replied looking at the grip he had on her arm. He still believed that she had to talk to him and that she was going to be with him again simply because he had decided to return to her life. Her heart clenched. Did he still love her? As much as Serena loved him? “I don’t care about fancy cars or money and you know that” She wasn’t going to talk about sex because then she was going to have to lie because shit, she couldn’t even begin to compare the sex she had now with the one she had with Gianpaolo, it wasn’t even close but she wasn’t going to tell him to increase the his ego. On the other hand, he should know that she had never cared if he had money or nice cars, she just loved him, it had always been that way, even though Gianpaolo had more money than she ever would “He is safe and he makes me feel safe”  Well, she wasn’t sure that this would describe a person that you supposedly loved enough to be in a relationship, but it was true. Her current partner was safe, it was a safe move and that unlike Gianpaolo who gave her different emotions every day, now she felt that she could predict exactly what was going to happen all the time and that in part gave her mental stability although she she wasn’t sure that was what she wanted “And he was there for me when you weren’t” Suddenly, she felt an urgent need to hurt him, to make him feel a quarter of the pain that she had felt for a long time. Regardless, she would have wanted him to be there for her rather than her actual partner, but fate was cruel.

Serena was the only other person he shared his world with, and he was used to women loving his ride more than him, or what designer bag they’d get next from him. But not Serena. She didn’t care about that, and for once Gianpaolo could not merely be a rich, wealthy guy with a trophy girl on his arm but just... Gianpaolo. And it sent a bullet through his chest hearing that he couldn’t be the same for her the time he’d been gone. This made him let go of her grip on her and slam a wall instead, which reverberated throughout the entire ballet studio. Gianpaolo wasn’t the type to cry, but he was so close to doing so. Here before him was the love of his life, and she was slipping through his fingers slowly but surely. “I know I can't change what happened. Let me make it right, Serena. Let me make up for time lost.” He turned his face towards her, defeat in his voice, “You, me, together. I beg you.” A long pause. “I love you.”

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musebluebird·:

Lindsay glanced at June, who was inevitably looking at her tits, well, if something could definitely that was the time to try, she thought, however, suddenly June jumped up “It’s ok, June” replied the blonde sweetly “Don’t worry” She wasn’t stalking her, actually Lindsay had to admit that it was inevitable that she wouldn’t look at her breasts with their size. She hoped she wouldn’t back down now, Lindsay wanted her to give her attention in not so appropriate ways but she needed it too badly, she could feel her nipples harden at the thought of June’s hands on them “Everything is fine” She felt the need to clarify to the contrary that everything was more than fine.

“No it’s not fine... It’s not.” June felt a pang in her stomach. Was this solely about what she just did or the fact that she felt those things towards Lindsay, a woman. She’s married, for Pete’s sake. To a man. As is designed by how she grew up. And yet here she was, entertaining these thoughts towards this beautiful girl before her. “You’ve been nothing but nice to me and here I am doing this.” June fought not to look at the girl’s physique but the other’s body was reacting in ways she felt hers do the same. June bit her lip and covered her mouth before speaking again. “Lindsay, there’s no doubt you’re an attractive girl, I just don’t think...” her voice faded away. She didn’t think but god knows she hoped. Hoped that maybe, maybe there was something there. That her attraction was valid, that the way her blood rushed and the way her skin was on fire made sense. 

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musebluebird·:

“I didn’t need you to keep in touch with me, I just needed you to tell me that you would come back before you go” she answered simply as she turned to see him and put on her coat. However, she did have to admit that her heart clenched a bit when she heard it. Letters? He had tried to write her letters. Even the roses hadn’t made the butterflies flutter around her stomach like that, now she just wished things had been different “No no no, you don’t get to do that” Serena replied leaving her bag aside and pointing at him with her finger. He wasn’t just going to come and question the love and pain that Serena had felt for a long time, much less was he going to stand there and believe he had the right to judge her or any of her decisions.“You can’t just come back here and believe that you still have any rights over me” Now she had passed from pain to be furious. He came back after all those years of being missing and had the nerve to believe that she belonged to him “In case you haven’t noticed you left me, not the other way around - So the next time you want to claim me as yours, remember that you left me and that when you did, you renounced any right over me" She was outraged, she was furious and she was incredulous at Gianpaolo’s arrogance in believing that she belonged to him even after so long. However, although he would never admit it out loud and much less in front of him, deep down he knew that she still belonged to him or at least her heart did "I’m not going to apologize for trying to repair what you broke, you don’t get to call me a liar or judge any of my decisions”

He knew she was right. Every word. But he had his reasons, and he wasn’t letting her leave until he convinced her. Plus, he was too angry now at the thought of another touching what was his. Upon seeing her grab for her coat, he moved toward her to hold her by both her arms firmly. “You’re not leaving until we talk about this, Serena. I had my reasons, you have yours. We can’t just leave it off like this now that we’ve been given a second chance.” He shook her slightly. “You love me. I see it in your eyes. Whoever this new fucker is can never and will never love you like I do.” Again, anger bubbled in him - he couldn’t help himself. “What is it about this guy, does he have a nice car? Is he a rich airhead? Good in bed? What is it about him that could ever compare to what we have?”

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musebluebird·:

Half the time she didn’t have the slightest idea of ··what she was doing, especially in everything related to her but if there was something that she was, she was persevering and she always got what she wanted and at that moment she wanted June. Lindsay waited for her to sit up before leaning to the side of her leaving her breasts to the side of her face “Oh, it seems pretty simple to tell the truth” Well if that didn’t make June react, it would probably kill her in a hurry. heart attack, but desperate times called for desperate measures “Maybe I can try later so you can tell me if I’m doing something wrong”

This time June couldn’t help it, Lindsay was beautiful and very gifted. Her breasts were right by her face at this point, and June could feel her thighs pushing together to relieve the pressure she was feeling... there. Something she never felt before, which sent blood rushing to her cheeks to paint her a deep pink. She let her gaze linger there a little longer, but when she looked up to see the girl looking at her, there was no doubt in June’s mind that she’d been caught. June wasn’t one to curse, but fuck. Realizing this, the blonde panicking and stood from her chair, feeling a cold sweat at the thought of completely scaring the other off. “Lindsay...” Lindsay what? ‘Sorry for staring at your tits?’ Jesus Christ, June, say something! “It’s not- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

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musebluebird·:

“You left without even a word” Serena held the bridge of her nose between her fingers trying to find the words to explain. I wish I could have forgotten how arrogant and self-centered he could be at times. Come back after so many years and hope that she just wanted to go back to him so that everything would be as before? That wouldn’t happen even if she wasn’t in a relationship because if there was something that Serena was, she was proud, really proud and stubborn too. So just letting him get away with it wasn’t going to happen, no matter how much her heart wanted it. "I didn’t know what had happened to you, if you were going to come back, if you weren’t going to come back, you could have been dead as far as I was concerned" she explained while frowning “Hell I even thought you had left me for someone else for a long time or worst, that you were actually dead” she commented as she walked over to grab her bag and coat from the rack “If you had told me, I would have waited for you” It bothered her to admit it but she needed him to know not only how much she had screwed up but that if he had done things right she would have been there for him because she loved him “Kind of” She would like to have told him something like ‘Actually yes but if you ask me if it’s not like ours not even close’ but she couldn’t tell him that. First because her pride didn’t allow her and second because she was an doom and wanted him to feel a fraction of the pain that she had felt when he left her out of the blue.

To see Serena hurt, it tore him apart. Never had he really weighed the gravity of his actions, but seeing her upset finally put some sense into him. At that, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and looked down to hide the anger that boiled inside him for no one other than himself. Why he did it still made sense in his head, and he’d just have to convince her even if he never stopped trying. “I tried, Serena. I really did. Hell, I tried to smuggle letters to you the only way we knew how to smuggle things out. But it was too risky. Me staying would’ve been too risky - if I stayed we would both be dead. You don’t understand the severity of the situation we’re in, and what I would’ve dragged you into.” There was conviction in his voice, and he shook his head hoping she saw that he was just as honest as she was being right now. At the mention of there being someone else, however, Gianpaolo’s face began to show the almost angry expression he always wore when hearing something he didn’t like. “Kind of?” he repeated, feeling absolutely stupid now holding the roses low that they faced the floor as he paced about. If Gianpaolo was anything, he was jealous. And he was possessive. His girl was his and only his, and hearing this flipped a switch inside him that sent a flood of anger. “So you say  love me and would’ve waited for me, but you go off and fall in love with another man the moment I’m gone? What the hell Serena, how am I supposed to believe anything you tell me now?!” 

[itssapphic]

saintsxblood·:

Athena hadn’t exactly been subtle since becoming a vampire, she was far from disciplined like her sisters had grown to be. No, after years of having to suffer still walking this earth, having to deal with the idiocy of mankind, Athena had created her her own fun. The balls she had once held after her transformation had become distant thoughts, people were still easily tricked into attending such an event, but the life that she had to blend into nowadays, well, it was far busier than what she had once been so accustomed to, and through the years, had tested and tried new techniques to keep her own pleasure alive in this dragging existence. These men had simply made a remark to her hours before, a bump to her shoulder in passing had lead to crude comments, enough to make them her targets for tonight. It was rarely about hunger anymore, she enjoyed the fear they radiated when she stalked them, it gave her one of the only emotions she could still feel - excitement. Her attire for this modern world helped disguise her in the dark of night, and creeping through the thick undergrowth, she kept low, her wild eyes focused intently on the men ahead, their hushed chatter almost lost in the chattering of the wildlife.

It wasn’t until they broke some twigs underfoot that the atmosphere around her grew familiarly heavier. It had been as if the hunters had triggered something ahead of her, their fear growing rapidly, but the air was thick, suddenly eerily cold, and she knew exactly what it was that was here, it was the same feeling she felt when her sisters were around. Another vampire. Icy blue eyes tore away from the men ahead, searching in the darkness, anything for a clue as to where the other was. Despite the unwelcomed guest, Athena wasn’t letting these men go, their fear was strong now, she could at least play a few little tricks on them before she went in for the kill. In a blink of an eye, Athena had darted from one side of them, to the other, a whispered hiss falling from her lips, before she sent faint utterings their way, a way to throw their senses off just a little more.

From her point of view, a shadow went for the same pack of hunters as she. Although appearing of this time period, it was unmistakable. The younger creature moved fast, picking at the humans nearly the same way she did. She was doing this for sport. Lavinia’s gaze sharpened, feeling annoyance at her work being tainted by the other. Immediately, the raven haired vampire jumped from the tree she spectated from and onto what had become the youngling’s playground. Lavinia grabbed one of the three hunters, who shook pathetically in her strong grip, and lifted him up in the air with the strength she’d been given by this curse. She made sure to do so in front of the other vampire, showing her prey, claiming this group as hers. Surely a youngling would be able to tell a vampire is much older than them - or maybe even know of Lavinia herself, one of the oldest still roaming this Earth. She was the stuff of legends, myths, buzzing between the mouths of mortals and vampires alike, wandering the world seeking revenge and notoriously doing so alone. 

When she had started to squeeze the life out of the mortal, she locked her eyes onto blue ones that paralleled her own, wordlessly telling them to leave. now. But, upon seeing the other’s face clearly, a look of recognition flashed over Lavinia’s eyes. It’s hazy, but her face looked familiar. Lavinia had seen many a woman in her lifetime but... it couldn’t be. Then it all came rushing back. A memory of this woman when she was still a woman, mortal. She’d watched her for a while, was it because she resembled her love so long ago? Her striking features and fierce attitude? It was a mystery to Lavinia still, and she saw clearly in her mind’s eye: An alley, yes, a crime. She was near death. Lavinia watched, contemplating whether to save her and, in turn, curse her. And she nearly did, if it wasn’t for who she would assume to be the woman’s sisters who came to rescue her, showing her a sisterly bond she’d never equated humans to be capable of. Now, she stood before her, with Barnabas’ cold curse running through her veins. Anyone who’d been transformed by him had his signature, and usually they’d run in packs - it was almost cult-like - so why was this one running off on her own? Where were her sisters?

Distracted by so many questions, her grip loosened on the man’s neck, and he saw it as an opportunity to use his pocket knife to try and slash her arm. Lavinia hissed at him - not because it hurt (it didn’t even bleed) - but because he dare fight his fate. With one swift motion, Lavinia had broken his spine in three places, bending him in ways human’s shouldn’t, and sunk her teeth into his veins before ripping his flesh in two. All this, Lavinia did without breaking eye contact with the other. One down, two more to go. Eyeing the two hunters, she shift her gaze between them and the other vampire, her body language and gestures inviting her to join her. Shall we?

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allcve·:

“I am not afraid of ghosts. I just don’t wanna get caught. Jimmy stopped working at the police station and my ass isn’t going to prison.” Jimmy had been a friend of the club and the one who usually got her out of sticky situations. She took the last drag of her cigarette before tossing it. “Fine, but you go first.” She said, walking over to the fence. 

"Pshh, caught? When have we ever.” Nate smiles, watching the blonde walk over the fence. Before she could get through, Nate blurts out. “Race you there,” he says, before running into the rusted heavy door that had a small crack, disappearing into the building before she could catch up with him and hiding in a dark spot, ready to scare her when she entered.

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musebluebird·:

If there was one thing Lindsay loved, it was making her nervous. She liked the way she balked when she made a comment or approach, she liked the way she tried to divert the situation and even though she had made an effort to show her interest, June did not seem to catch any of her hints "Any reading is lighter than I calculate" She replied sweetly, her nervous balking almost gave her tenderness “I would love that” Nothing interested Lindsay less than learning to check her books but as long as June’s attention she didn’t have trouble learning whatever. She licked her lips before following June.

The librarian tried to calm the loud thumping in her ears as her blood rushed from embarrassment and that familiar feeling again when the girl was around. It felt like forever until they reached the desk, and June sat on the chair in front of the monitor, inviting Lindsay to stand beside her to watch what she was doing. At this point, June was babbling - to distract herself, maybe - to make sure she didn’t stare for longer than she should from the view her seat gave her. Which... she did. It was a split second; she didn’t catch her, did she? Oh god... June snapped out of her trance, nervously telling her what to do next. “S-so after you punch in the date and your student number, you can see the reference code of the book right here. The font’s a bit small if you... lean in closer, you should be able to see it right there,” June says, pointing at the screen, cheeks burning.