three steps from falling apart

[malicieuses]

𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰

rules. | muses. | starters. | wanted opp. | wanted plot. |

[sunsetterracehq]

SUNSET TERRACE is the kind of place people dream about with cliffside homes overlooking a glittering bay, a lively city filled with every modern comfort, and towering redwoods waiting just beyond the skyline. Nestled between the ocean, the mountains, and the forest, it’s a town where opportunity always feels within reach. Some call it paradise. Others think it’s too perfect to ever leave behind.

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[malicieuses]

I’d like to do some more writing on discord, so if you’re open to that, like this post and I’ll come to you in DMs.

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Doing replies tonight but like this if you want a starter, are interested in also writing in discord, or enjoy sourdough.

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@hvneydcws

starter call

"Who is that?" He asked the question but wasn't sure he wanted to the answer entirely. Eyes had caught interest from his place across the room but it hardly stayed, after all, rarely was anything permanent in Smith's life. He tended to learn that the hard way, each time. A pause was taken, really thinking about what he wanted, before a hand reached out to pick up his drink off the bar. "Nevermind, I don't even need to know."

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@houseofrenaissance

starter call

"Well..." He's never been good at hiding his emotions, they were always just written on his face, hidden behind curls that were almost as messy as his life often was. "That's not what we were expecting but I guess there's a lesson in it somewhere." His optimism was not real, it was manufactured. The sugar sweet hint of sarcasm was left behind, a clear indication, before chuckling. "What now?"

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@villlainz

starter call

He wasn't paying attention in the moment, but the sound of his voice quickly changed that, whirling on him instantly. Reactive, which was a rare trait for Dreas, the man had established and clung to his stoicism a long, long time ago. "What the fuck did you just say?" It wasn't a question, it was a demand for answers, that standard was set clearly and concisely, defined in the tone of voice he'd used very intentionally.

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"You did that." A reminder of the decision that didn't include her, a reminder that Simone was never one to not force other people to stand on their business. Accountability, after all, was far more important these days. "You did that, you decided that, and now, that ain't got shit to do with me, so why are you..." She paused, emphasizing the way you was said, before continuing. "Trying to spin the block and bring it back here, cause we both know this." A hand gestured. "Aint where your home is anymore."

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"Oh so that's what we doin..." The words were said in a way that didn't hide his distaste for the situation, and the way that corner of a grin itched at his mouth, it was obvious that he was already ready to start shit regardless of where they were. "Nah nah, don't get up, you obviously good where you at." Head nodded at them, a gesture that was the final cue before he would allow himself a bitter chuckle, turning away from the two people in front of him and heading straight for the door outside.

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He had been out there for hours, the house itself looked like a fortress but held a vibe that was distinctly him even if he didn’t spend a lot of time there. The majority of it was spent in one of the outer buildings, one that wasn’t exactly hidden, garage style door left open, as he continued to work on the piece in front of him. Most people, would think he was simply cleaning the gun, but truth be told, he was improving it. “It’s been awhile.” Said without looking up or otherwise showing that he knew someone else was there. "You must want something because I know damn well you didn't come here at 3 am to catch up on.....old times?"

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"You always end up here, does your boyfriend know that?" A casual question that probably deserved more attention, but clearly he remained unbothered by it. Instead, sleeves were rolled up, leaning over the island in the kitchen, dark eyes observant and brooding, which seemed like a near constant at this point. "Not that I give a fuck what he does or doesnt know, but you probably should. Leaves me with the question of why?"

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Somehow the sound of the door was telling enough, or maybe it was the time. They always had a thing with timing, carried forth from this lifetime to the next. It was probably why she'd looked up from the bar she'd been cleaning, aggression in the way she nodded, a confirmation that dark eyes had fallen on them, and she clearly wasn't pleased about it. "Of course you show back up tonight, of all nights. What the fuck do you want?" Irish lilt in her voice made the demand, choosing to stand on her anger, the anger of them leaving, choosing to remember the way it scarred her. It was an excellent disguise, intended to hide the way that those scars ached, not with hate, but with the acute awareness that she always found herself missing them.

[malicieuses]

Feel free to like this for a random starter, it'll probably be angsty or whatever comes to the top of my brain tbh.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆     𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  recognition  ]  sender  stops  short  when  they  see  receiver,  like  the  world  needs  a  second  to  catch  up

[  double  take  ]  sender  walks  past  receiver  before  realizing,  then  turns  back  too  fast

[  breath  ]  sender  stares  at  receiver  in  disbelief,  forgetting  how  to  breathe

[  hesitant  ]  sender  takes  a  step  toward  receiver,  then  pauses,  unsure  if  they’re  allowed

[  voice  ]  sender  tries  to  speak  to  receiver  and  fails

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  tentative  hug  that  tightens  like  it’s  been  waiting  years

[  forehead  ]  sender  rests  their  forehead  gently  against  receiver’s

[  laugh  ]  sender  laughs  mid-embrace,  tears  slipping  out  at  the  same  time

[  hands  ]  sender  cups  receiver’s  face  or  grips  their  arms  like  proof  this  is  real

[  silent  ]  sender  and  receiver  stand  together  without  speaking,  just  breathing  the  same  air

[  unsure  ]  sender  hovers  close,  unsure  whether  to  hug  again  or  step  back

[  scent  ]  sender  breathes  in  receiver  like  memory  made  real

[  tension  ]  sender  lets  out  a  soft,  incredulous  laugh  that  breaks  the  moment  open

[  touch  ]  sender  squeezes  receiver’s  hand

[  presence  ]  sender  stays  close  to  receiver,  finding  that  just  being  there  is  enough

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  can’t  believe  it’s  really  you.  ❞

❝  i  thought  about  this  moment  more  times  than  i  can  count.  ❞

❝  you  look…  the  same.  a  little  different.  still  the  same,  though.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  much  i  missed  you  until  now.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  know  it  would  feel  like  this.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you  wouldn’t  be  here.  ❞

❝  i’ve  waited  a  long  time  for  this.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  know  what  to  say,  i  just—  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  ever  see  you  again.  ❞

❝  you’re  really  here.  ❞

❝  i  held  onto  the  idea  of  you.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  know  how  much  i  needed  this.  ❞

❝  it  feels  like  coming  home.  ❞

❝  i  never  stopped  missing  you.  ❞

❝  i  thought  i’d  moved  on.  i  hadn’t.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  to  let  go  again.  ❞

❝  you’re  still  my  person.  ❞

❝  i  kept  hoping.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  how  long  it’s  been.  ❞

❝  seeing  you  makes  everything  else  fade.  ❞

❝  i’ve  carried  you  with  me  this  whole  time.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  much  space  you  left  behind.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  answers  right  now.  just  this.  ❞

❝  we’re  here.  that’s  what  matters.  ❞

[malicieuses]

So I was forced (against my will aka it was a team building for work), to hike yesterday up a steep ass incline for two miles and my body hurts. That being said, I’ll be back to replies and starters I owe tonight or tomorrow.

[malicieuses]

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My work nemesis is a sixty something year old white woman who somehow makes everything about her celiac disease. Her name is Jenny. Ong we cannot stand Jenny’s dusty ass.

Anyyyyway. Your muse list is top tier (imagine me doing the chefs kiss thing) and I can’t wait until we have approximately 95 ships.

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new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want