Color Me Curious
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I’m gonna be deactivating this acct due to lack of interest in interacting. I may bring her back in a multimuse someday, but for now I’ll keep her in stuff on d.iscord with people who actually want to write with her. Idk why it’s so hard having a female muse but it’s upsetting with how disinterested people are with writing with them.
So if you want to continue writing with Dami, message me and I’ll give you my d.iscord or line acct to continue there
// ooc
I’m gonna be deactivating this acct due to lack of interest in interacting. I may bring her back in a multimuse someday, but for now I’ll keep her in stuff on d.iscord with people who actually want to write with her. Idk why it’s so hard having a female muse but it’s upsetting with how disinterested people are with writing with them.
So if you want to continue writing with Dami, message me and I’ll give you my d.iscord or line acct to continue there
// ooc
I’m gonna be deactivating this acct due to lack of interest in interacting. I may bring her back in a multimuse someday, but for now I’ll keep her in stuff on d.iscord with people who actually want to write with her. Idk why it’s so hard having a female muse but it’s upsetting with how disinterested people are with writing with them.
So if you want to continue writing with Dami, message me and I’ll give you my d.iscord or line acct to continue there
dissimulaticn:
She was one crafty bitch, Rosie had to hand it to her. Of course what else would a non-gifted individual think of someone who possessed powers like that? Rosie wouldn’t say she was envious of Dami because of her powers, but she was constantly enthralled with the things she could do, how easily people could bend to her whim over something so simple. Sure, Rosie could charm the pants off of a guy, but Dami seemed to go a step further and Rosie wished she could do that. She winced slightly at the acrid taste of the liquid, sliding the bottle away from her. “Well, I guess I’ve tasted worse. I had Malort once,” She said, nearly gagging at the very thought. A Chicago tradition that she accidentally partook in when she went through the Windy City. Never again. The perfume created a cloud of pink that caused Rosie to cough, waving her hand about. “Are we seriously going to show up smelling like a cheap hooker? Is that really going to work?”
dami scrunched her nose at the jab, she was just a little offended. ❝ what does it matter what we smell like if we’re getting everything we want?? ❞ she pursed her lips into a pout as she nudged the other in front of her. she wasn’t really offended, that is kinda what her perfume smelled like, but she couldn’t really help it.
❝ hurry up, let’s go before the first potion kicks in, or else we’ll never make it out of here. ❞ she grabbed her bag, letting it hang on her shoulder as she waited for rosie by the door. it had been a while since she last used these potions, but she was excited for rosie to experience them. it was never that fun alone.
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i want an angsty ship with dami can be for here or di.scord just like this if ur interested and i’ll im u cccc:
sentence starters: misc. romantic tension !
❝ I just think you’re really special. You deserve special things in your life. ❞
❝ I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. ❞
❝ Thief, I can tell you’ve been using my soap. You smell just like it. ❞
❝ So… How do I look? Like if we were about to go on a date, what would you think? ❞
❝ This is a little weird, but… Would you kiss me and see how this chapstick tastes? ❞
❝ All I’m saying is, I’d prioritize your orgasm over mine. ❞
❝ I covered your bed in rose petals for science. Take a look and tell me if it’s too much. ❞
❝ I’m kinda scared my kissing skills suck. Would you… Y’know. Practice with me? ❞
❝ How weird is it that our heights make our crotches match up perfectly? ❞
❝ Pull my hair again and this is gonna get real awkward real fast. ❞
❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞
❝ Dinner’s on me if you please, please rub my back. ❞
❝ Your morning wood poked me, it happens. Doesn’t have to be weird or anything. ❞
❝ I sorta had a bad day. Just cuddle up with me for a little while, please? ❞
❝ You deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I’d… ❞
❝ I almost feel like you belong to me, like you’re my own personal person. ❞
❝ Is it weird that I always miss you more than I miss my actual girlfriend/boyfriend? ❞
❝ I can tell you’re pissed off. Just lie back, I’ll dish out my famous shoulder massage. ❞
❝ Can we kiss? I just really need to be kissed right now. ❞
❝ You’re welcome to stay, but remind me why I’m the little spoon in my own bed? ❞
❝ What happened to your hair? Hold still, I’ll just… Fix it for you. ❞
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starter for: @lilacpxtixns plot: it’s grade eleven, and marcus has come home from school to see his mother drunk. she’s been yelling at him for the past hour, that being when he came home, and he can’t take it. especially with the things she’s saying to him. open for: m/f/nb
his hands shake as marcus fumbles for his phone. there’s only one person he can think of contacting right now, and unfortunately it’s his lab partner from biology. it’s only unfortunate because as being his lab partner, they didn’t sign up for any personal details. but there’s really nobody else in his life who he can contact, there’s no way of talking to his brother right now, and he needs to get OUT. especially since his mother keeps drinking, despite his pleas for her to stop. [ sms | lab partner ] : hey, i know this is probably weird but… do you mind if i come to your house for a bit? we can even meet up somewhere if you don’t feel comfortable with me coming to your house, i understand. maybe we can work on the project a bit too?
her pencil tapped against the desk, eyes scanning over her textbook. earbuds sat in her ears, her music softening for a moment as she received a notification, gaze moving to the screen of her phone. she wasn’t necessarily surprised to see her lab partner messaging her, but it was a little late. her chin rested on her fist as she hummed in thought. she wasn’t sure if meeting at her own place was the best idea what with potions and herbs scattered around the house from the ongoing projects her grandmother had going on. but she figured there could be no harm with her grandmother already in bed and a little bit of time to clean up. plus time to work on their project in a less distracting setting would be ideal.
{ sms ⇨ lab partner } you can come here that’s fine. just gotta clean up a little. we’ll probably have more room here than at a cafe. i’ll send my address. see you whenever. { sms ⇨ lab partner } | attachment sent |
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“ i’m ready to let go - ”
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open to anyone r/s: a client looking to black market potions or use for personal wealth/power gains
dark dray hood was pulled over her head, a gentle drizzle falling as heavy rained threatened behind bright lightning and deep thunder. a leather satchel with a box full of potions crossed her body as she hurried through the city. quick footsteps bringing her to a sketchy looking bar. never in her life did she think she’d find herself dealing potions to a specific client looking for more than just self healing.
it wasn’t really illegal, but depending on the requests they wanted, it could absolutely borderline the concept. a quick glance at her phone reminded her of where to go as she slipped deeper into the bar avoiding misogynistic comments from men clouded by cigar smoke. finally at the back of the bar, a obvious red door shielded by a dumb password claiming to be vip.
pulling the box of potions from her satchel, she set it on the table in front of her potential client, should this go well, dami could earn a good profit to help her shop; and she kind of needed it at that moment. but she could see in the other’s eyes, the skepticism at witnessing only colorful liquids in fancy bottles.
❝ this isn’t some harry potter bullshit, it’s legit stuff. it doesn’t look like it’ll do anything, but looks can be deceiving. ❞
her words tried to convince for a good product. but it was up to them now.
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Symbol Starters~
Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.
Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.
Send 📞 for my muse to call yours.
Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.
Send ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel.
Send 😢 for my muse to comfort you.
Send 🌸 to receive flowers from my muse.
Send ☁ for our muses to watch the clouds together.
Send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.
Send ℃ for my muse to discuss the temperature with yours.
Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.
Send 🐩 to play with my muse’s pet (or have my muse play with yours).
Send 😘 to see my muse’s reaction to yours flirting with them.
Send 💅 to do my muse’s nails.
Send 🐎 for our muses to go horse riding together.
Send 📺 for our muses to have a TV/movie night.
Send 🍸 for our muses to have a drink together.
Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.
Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.
Send 🍔 for our muses to have lunch together.
Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.
Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.
Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.
Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.
Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.
Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.
Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.
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“ You expect me to do the same then, is that it ? ” he shook away the damage she was t h r o w i n g at him, seeking to keep his voice low and steady, to not make so obvious the sorrow building within himself. He brought a hand to his chin, pulling his features from her with a sigh; Namjoon needed a moment to think about his next words, as there was a string of statements coming to him out of a m i x t u r e of anger and hurt - he didn’t want to say something he would regret later if that was even at all possible for him to do.
He felt down right insulted, of all things, that the witch would dare lump him with the idiots that came before him. Even if the rapper could, he wouldn’t s p e a k for them, but he sure as hell could for himself -
“ How much more from me will it take to prove to you that I really do care.. ? ” he looked back at her with a step forward, s w a l l o w i n g what pride he had if it meant getting the proposal on the tip of his tongue out properly. “ To further prove to you…that I really do love you -” a crack of his voice like a whip, and he quickly found himself attempting to d i s m i s s what he said by turning his face from hers - there goes trying not to say something he may regret later; it’s not like it wasn’t true, but he feared he said such too soon. This could only cause more trouble than he hoped it would fix the situation. Shit..
dami’s throat felt so... dry all of a sudden. the words lingering in her ears from namjoon’s response to her selfishness. why did she have to be like this, why did she have to punish the ones that truly cared about her because she lacked trust. she didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t sure what to say. should she believe him, or break his heart now before he had the chance to do it to her?
teeth pulled at her bottom lip, she was frustrated, never having been in this type of position before. no one’s ever claimed to care so much about her, and the look in namjoon’s eyes mixed with the tone in his voice, maybe he really did mean it. her heart was racing, there was no spell for this, nothing she could do to think straight in that moment.
but namjoon said the ‘l’ word. dami hadn’t heard that word since her grandmother’s last few breaths. it almost made her cry... almost. dami was just too stubborn, too hardheaded. she wanted this to be true, she wanted namjoon to really mean it. ❝ i swear... if you’re lying to me.... ❞ and not once had namjoon lied to her, and it’d be so strange to start now, but dami had to be sure. she was too stubborn to outright admit how much she wanted him to be telling the truth. but maybe he’d understand.
god, she hoped he’d understand.
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someone write something gory with me. doesn’t have to be me, could be on d.iscord cccc:
Blood, Gore & Injury Sentence Starters
tAll of these prompts are related to injury, blood, gore, fatal wounding, etc, so if any of that squicks you, please keep scrolling
“What happened to you?” “Why…why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!” “Keep this cloth over the wound and keep pressing.” “We’ll get you to a hospital, just keep breathing.” “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!” “It’s just a bit of blood, stop freaking out!” “You’re panicking?! I’m the one who got fucking *insert injury*!” “No, no, it looks fine. Just don’t worry about it.” “I-is that my blood?” “Shh, stay calm, we’re going to get you some help.” “What - what did you DO to yourself?!” “Does it hurt?” “I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.” “*name*? Come on, say something to me.” “Your stomach isn’t going to fall out, just keep applying pressure.” “I-I can’t get the bleeding to stop.” “There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.” “We were able to get you to the hospital. Um, most of you, anyways.” “Do you remember what happened?” “I’m so sorry. I should have been there sooner.” “You’re gonna make it, don’t worry.” “No, no, don’t fall asleep. Just keep talking to me.” “It hurts. Fuck it hurts!” “I-I don’t want to die.” “This isn’t how I wanted to go.” “Is that…bone?!” “I don’t have a bandage. Here, use my shirt.” “I don’t have any medical training, but I’ll do what I can.” “How are we going to get rid of these stains?” “I want to help you, but I don’t know how.” “Why are you limping? What happened?!” “They just collapsed in front of me! We have to get them to a doctor.” “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Will you stay with me?” “I’m gonna be sick.” “It was the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.” “I wish I could forget all of that blood.”
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★★_________________________Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin ; accepting
dami couldn’t exactly say she was surprised when the vampire grabbed her chin, but the force behind it had her just slightly worried. she wouldn’t dare show that fear, though, she knew better than that. she kept her gaze strong as she was forced to look at him, though she couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about. she managed to form her words, ❝ i’m not afraid of you.. ❞ except she was trying to convince herself of that as well.
