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#𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑐𝑟𝑠 ▫ multi-muse, semi-selective, dash-based oc indie written by ( amanda, 27, she/any, pst timezone ) previously known as hotboxed.
potential for usfw / mature / triggering themes. all will be tagged accordingly. that being said i am not open to writing with anyone below the age of twenty.
DISCLAIMER : muse thoughts and behaviors do not necessarily reflect my own opinions. i do not condone their behaviors, i just write them.
MUSES ▫ RULES ▫ WANTED PLOTS
One wanted connection added.
Welcome to Los Angeles—where the sun-kissed beaches hide shadows of sin, and power is the ultimate currency. The city’s most ruthless criminal syndicate, The Family, has been thrown into chaos. Their Don and entire board have vanished without a trace. Whispers fill the streets, and all fingers point to one enigmatic figure: The Hollow—a shadowy presence who seems to know everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets.
Blood&GloryHQ is a semi-appless, 21+ modern-day crime RP set in the gritty heart of Los Angeles. Step into a world of ambition, betrayal, and mystery as you unravel the truth behind The Hollow, uncover the fate of The Family’s missing leadership, and explore how secrets can shatter even the most powerful players.
Are you ready to play the game where blood stains honor, and one wrong move could destroy it all?
JACK INNANEN Adults 1.04 "Theracide"
closed starter for @brighteds
winter air chewed on the edges of her fingers, on the tip of her ruddy, freckled nose. it nipped and suckled. a puppy weened too early, shaking just as jude did. her narrow frame didn't tremble from temperature, but with fear — fear of being caught, traipsing through the rain past quiet hours. fear of the dark, threatening to swallow her up as she approached the abandoned boathouse. fear of the male she'd invited to meet her there, perhaps looming in that same terrifying blackness. a soft sigh of relief escaped her as she entered the shed, still alone, leaning back against the splintered door. to the left of her, she caught her own gaze in the warped reflection of a metal beam. it widened her features, gave her eyes like a bug and an expanded, lopsided mouth, but she couldn't help herself from wondering — was this distortion what she really looked like ? was this what other people saw when she peered up at them ?
was this how todd — the sketchy rehab nurse with the bridge piercing — beheld her visage as she let him finish in her mouth ?
hands dug into the front pocket of her hoodie, pulling out a tiny bag with four brightly-colored tabs nestled inside. this wasn't what she wanted. wasn't what she'd been promised, nor claimed to have access to. then again, jude should've known better than to trust her roommate when she said she had a connection.
the idea of disappointing sid made her gag even harder than the reality of what she'd done to obtain the substance. there was no feasible way to apologize for misleading him. what an awful precursor to their impending ( at least as far as jude was concerned ) romance. it made her throat ache with a discomfort, a sharp anxiety. like swallowing razor blades. please don't be mad. please don't be mad. a piece of her hoped sid wouldn't even show up. that he'd somehow missed the note she left for him, conveniently on the table he sat at every single afternoon during dinner. better yet, he could've ignored her invitation all together. it took everything in her not to litter the post-it in hearts and stars, not to doodle a little stick figure, not to yammer on and on about how badly she wanted to see him. she'd kept the message short and simple, hoping to appeal to him.
boathouse ? 9pm. -J
she'd also ( poorly ) drawn a melting smiley face in attempt to identify her shortcomings, but uneasiness still churned in her stomach. if she knew anything about cocaine, it was the harsh sting of when it wasn't available. and rolling was surely no replacement. armed only with their mutual desperation for release, jude jumped away from the door as someone else pushed it open. her features were painted with guilt as she willed herself not to smile upon recognizing his face. " hi. "
We don't talk about Taco Bell.
SOPHIE THATCHER as SISTER BARNES HERETIC (2024) dir. Scott Beck & Bryan Wood
DAISY JONES & THE SIX Episode 6: Whatever Gets You Thru The Night
From now on, we challenge him. SOPHIE THATCHER as SISTER BARNES HERETIC (2024) dir. Scott Beck & Bryan Woods
we hooked up at a party once and now you’re my brothers girlfriend but I still have a thing for you f/f plot
secretly dating aus might be my favourite aus
you look so hot but i can’t go near you with all these people around so i’m just going to send you dirty texts until we get an opportunity to leave without looking suspicious
we were snuggling in our underwear when my roommate came home early from vacation now you have to try and sneak down the fire escape while i distract them with really terrible small talk
we made the mutual decision to go to this party separately and when i arrived there was this asshole flirting with you and i’m trying not to make it obvious i’m seething with jealousy but it’s really difficult
we were fooling around in my car and you accidentally left your sexy underwear in the back seat which one of our friends finds just as we’re about to go on a really long, awkward roadtrip
my friend set me up on a blind date and i can’t really refuse because they think i’ve been single for ages so they think they’re doing me a favour and we have a massive fight about it that ends with us saying “i love you” for the first time
secretly dating aus give me life
JOSH HARTNETT as FRANK in THE BEAR | S3EP4 "Violet"
could i PLEASE have some “we met on tinder” plots? you pick a muse, i pick a muse, then we pretend they matched on tinder, throw them into a conversation, and see how it goes?! it could go so many different directions… i need it.
closed starter for @shewolves
while azariah family gatherings were often taxing, bordering on unendurable — the absence of care was more haunting than the old black and white photos of aunts and uncles past that littered the estate — forrest at least knew that the meal they had catered would be satiating, as it always was. his mother hadn't touched the vintage kitchen stovetop in years. it's a relic, she claimed. her unwillingness to dirty her hands had bothered the male, but the pointed discontentment had subsided within the last few months. the precise moment when he stopped caring ? when he'd first laid eyes on her. she had no name but occupied more space in his mind than any other woman he could think of, including his at-the-time girlfriend. he'd been immediately transfixed with her bowtie mouth, watching breathlessly while her lips curved around every syllable. and though he listened, he found himself focused less on her words and more on the smooth tone of her voice. all the things he might do just to hear it again, pitched up and whining underneath him. what she said wasn't important anyway — forrest needed little explanation about the meal she was presenting. perennial catering was always satisfying. the fare was decadent, yet inspired the feeling of home. he likened it to the european countryside. in his mind's eye, the meal was prefaced with the following : on his walk home from a grueling, laborious day at work, he'd pass by a field of delicate flowers, picking individual blooms and creating a small bouqet, unadorned but not understated in it's beauty. just how he pictured her. as he approached his cottage, their cottage, there she'd be patiently awaiting him in the doorway, an apron wrapped around her hourglass figure. propped on one of her hips is a small child — their child. her dark, mousy hair would be tied back in a scarf, and as he greets her, he'd kiss her so hard that it falls off. then he'd place the bouqet in a vase, setting in in the center of their dining table before taking a seat. unlike reality, she'd serve a meal not to his family, but to him only. the two would sit and reminisce about their respective days while they ate, the child playing at their feet on the floor. forrest swore he could taste this fantasy now, as he scarfed down her latest course — pan fried cabbage, braised to perfection. his stomach was singing with every bite. a new experience for him. it was almost erotic. upon the last bite, he stood up from the table, abruptly shoving his chair out behind him, before making his way to the kitchen, empty plate in hand. his stomach was full, but he was ravenous for more of her. he moved with selfish purpose disguised as manners — simply a polite young man washing his plate. nothing more. the woman in question was perched in front of the kitchen counter, facing away from him, allowing for the painfully rousing admiration of her body yet again. for a moment forrest stood there half-stunned, pulling a puff of air between his bottom teeth as he soaked in her ethereality. she needed a name. he had to know what kind of creature she was, what to call her when she afflicted him with this animalistic desire. " delectable, " he purred, taking a few steps closer and placing the dish on the granite top. " you always are. "
Drew Starkey for Dazed
