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26 year old multi muse *highly selective* indie rper in the CST

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[fallingprincess]

next week being christmas feels fake but okay

[czdric]

Herman pretending to make making an origami.

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a-museing-rps​:

Apollo smiled against the top of Isaac’s head. It was just nice to see him smile. He knew just how stressed Isaac could get and he wanted nothing more than to help him if he could.  “I’m so glad you like it.” The God chuckled, “We’re happy to  have you with us for the holiday, as always make yourself at home.” He politely added for Olive. The Winter Solstice to his family was as close as anyone got to a proper holiday celebration but even that could be a little much. Between the drinking, the shouting, the music, and the rest of the festivities, it was usually somewhat of a train wreck. Apollo much preferred to be right where he was with his arm around the shoulders of the man he loved. “Dinner’s ready if you guys are ready to eat, if not, could I interest anyone in a glass of wine?” 

Olive and Isaac hadnt known much warmth, they did when their parents were around, but from the age of six, all raven haired siblings had known was darkness. They both had always carried this deep pensive nature, this self reflection that was hard to read by anyone besides each other. While that fact hadnt changed for Olivia, it was apparent now in the way that Apollo watched after her brother, that it had changed for Isaac. “thanks apollo” she offered with a small smile. “dove vuoi che metta la mia roba?” she asked her brother, slipping into Italian. The pair had taken to learning languages in the homes that they had been placed in, using it to talk to one another in private. They had studied Italian, Swedish, Russian, and Afrikaans, switching between the four with ease when things got too rough. It was like a safety blanket now, bringing her comfort.  

Isaac watched his little sister with wary eyes. It was only three years ago that he had nearly lost her, his first Christmas with Apollo, he was sure it would have scared his boyfriend off. Isaac alone was a maze of emotional landmines, but he wouldnt leave Olives side for almost six months. “It smells delicious baby..” he stated when he finally got his eyes off of his sister and back to his boyfriend. He was filled with such a joy he could hardly contain it. then he heard her slip into Italian, she was nervous "puoi scegliere una delle stanze degli ospiti, vuoi che venga con me?" he asked dropping his arm from around his boyfriend to make his way over to her, she just shook her head made her way to the back of their apartment. Isaac walked back to Apollo. "I told her about how you could talk to our parents.. she was really mad at me for not talking to them.. Im sorry if shes a little standoffish" he stated, biting at his lower lip 

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emotionlcss·:

following behind the other male, this was something that he’d gotten used to in their time together. a low chuckle fell from his lips as he was being pulled inside and it seemed like immediately the others clothes were coming off. ❝ you’re sure your roommate isn’t gonna come home? ❞ not that hayes had really cared at all, but it would have been good to know what he was getting himself into at least. pulling off his shirt, he’d tossed it to the floor, shoes and pants following in suit until he was only in his boxers, a very noticable tent forming in them. falling back onto jace’s bed, he’d easily pulled the other down with him, a deep kiss quickly forming between the two of them. ❝ do you know just how much i fucking love you? ❞ he muttered against the others lips, upon pulling away, hands already moving to grip at the others ass.

Jace had seen his boyfriend like this more times than he had seen him clothed at this point, but every time he did, the blue eyed man was unable to think clearly. It was like he was hypnotized by sight of his skin. “it wouldnt be the first time hes walked in on us baby.. but he should be in class for the next few hours at least.. its only like two right?” he asked glancing up at the clock above their door “yeah.. we got plenty of time” he assured as he made his way over to Hayes, falling onto him as they hit the mattress. “hmm.. thats a tough one.. Im gonna go with...” he peppered kisses down his jaw “no...” he smirked against the skin of his boyfriends neck. “but I am definitely down for a demonstration” 

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emotionlcss·:

picking himself up from the floor, thad was finding it rather hard to get himself comfortable - and since beau had offered up his room for anytime, he hadn’t second guessed himself at all when he moved to sit down on the other males bed. ❝ a paycheck, computer and a place to stay. doesn’t sound too bad to me, actually. i can see where you’re coming from. ❞ it wasn’t something he ever really had to think about, since his family was well off, but he could see where beau was coming from still. falling to lay back, his hands had moved underneath of his head, only causing his shirt to ride up, exposing a bit of himself. ❝ did i ruin your plans tonight by needing to run in here? ❞ 

Beau stood near his desk, cigarette between his lips, taking in the movements of the man. He breathed affluence, you could see it in the way he carried himself, the way that he felt comfortable in every situation. He let out a small hum, releasing the smoke from his nose as heard the acknowledgement of why he had taken the job, despite the apathy for the position. “oh yeah.. ruined the night I had planned of writing this term paper and grading first year english essays on Madame Bovary..” eyes rolled as he moved to grab a beer, popping the top off using the edge of his desk. “you plan on hiding out all night?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow. “how long you think stalker boy will be out there?”

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losersluv·:

each word that escapes ian’s lips only increases the amount of butterflies running riot within his frame. there was nothing quite like hearing the right things from a person you’re desperately attracted to – but hadn’t believed you stood a chance with. it gave him confidence, trickling in faster than he knew how to handle. “more than?” he questions playfully, though he’s somewhat aware of what he means; it doesn’t hurt to get more information. it’s clear to him that ian is attempting to keep himself quiet, if the amount he was clinging to his mug was anything to go by. “perhaps, but that just adds to your charm, and to the surprise of your smoothness…” marcel trails off, watching with wonder as he moves closer to his beauty of a roommate, somewhat transfixed. though it wasn’t anything new, he’d never been so open about it before. perhaps it was reckless, and the way his heart charged inside of his chest was proof that – even subconsciously – it was a fear of his. “maybe that’s not on you, maybe that’s on him…” the brunet suggests with a raise of his brow. “maybe he’s just an idiot, and you need to be more…obvious about it?” as if he wasn’t being obvious himself. it was absurd; the usually reserved and shy marcel richardson, teasing and flirting almost obnoxiously. those that knew him wouldn’t believe it for a moment. “how’s your coffee? you seem to be enjoying it…” 

His breathing shallowed, were they really talking about what he thought they were talking about? Could Marcel really be serious, had he been waiting for Ian to pick up on something that the smaller brunet had missed. Ian was sure that he had paid a painstaking amount attention to his roommate, he was almost too clued in to everything that the man before him was doing. Maybe it was the early morning, maybe it was the rising electricity in the room, maybe it was the fact that Ian was sure he had ceased breathing, but he wasnt about to back down. “youre perfect Marcey, you’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice” he chewed at his bottom lip, he was sure that his eyes were giving him away, they always did. He was trying to cool himself down, trying to stop the red he could feel creeping up his neck. He kept his bottom lip between his teeth to stop the confessions from tumbling out, hands still clinging to the mug, as if he was worried if they were empty he would reach for the man who had taken up too much of his brain. “only you could find me charming or smooth” he teased with a roll of his eyes, god he hoped that was true, because 99% of the time he felt like an absolute dunce. His stomach was alight with butterflies, his heart threatening to break through his ribcage. This was a dangerous game, Ian was playing with fire and he knew it, but fuck did he love the warmth. “hes not an idiot, and I can almost refuse to believe hes that oblivious..” eyes now settled on the liquid in his cup “I just dont think hes interested...” eyes fluttered up to meet his roommates through thick lashes “I cant be mad though, when youre a 6 on a good day and youre crushing on a 11.. its rough” he chuckled, having to consciously remind himself to breathe. “I dont know how you get it perfect every time.. but you do.. we can never stop living together.. I’ll never be able to have coffee again, Ive had the best” he sipped at it with a small grin resting easily on his features. 

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imperfectox·:

“Well, there’s no need to brag.” He teased as his gaze never strayed far from the other. It was as if one second away from him he would miss something. People never really talk about how it would feel when you finally found your perfect other half but to Teddy it felt like seeing the world in technicolor for the first time. Everything seemed all too vibrant, every single thing a whole new meaning to him, and that one look from Lincoln would make all things better. He could have a crappy day but a smile from him would make the clouds go away and bring about the sun. It was so easy. A breath of fresh air.·“Tonight?” Teddy smirked and checked his schedule on his phone. He had nothing planned for tonight so what better way to get closer to the what the universe deemed to be your perfect other half.·“Send me your address and I’ll see you tonight.” He winked cheekily before he went back to work, not wasting any more time or else his sister would scold him.·

a gentle smile seemed to be permanently etched on his lips, he could feel the eyes on him, and instead of feeling watched·he felt seen. It was a subtle difference, but the young Connors boy was used to the spotlight, was used to the way that doors opened for him, was used to the world looking. Teddys eyes felt different, gentler, more understanding, more compassionate. He wanted to live him the warmth of his gaze.·“you’ll understand why I brag after you taste it” he assured with a confidence that only he could manage. The world was different now, Lincoln had always thought that when he would find this person, when he met the person whose melodies played out in his skull, that nothing would change. He was wrong. Everything was changed. The honey brunet watched him, taking in the gentle curve of his lips, the sharp cut of his cheekbones, as far as perfect other halves went, Lincoln found himself more than fortunate to have his be so impossibly handsome. Lost in his own admiration for the man before him, he was finally brought back to reality by his words.·“I live in the penthouse of the woolworth tower.. ya cant miss it” he teased, if Teddy was unaware of Lincolns net worth, there would be no questioning it now. Slinging his bag over he found himself not wanting to leave, but forced his feet to move anyway. Once at the door he caught one last glance·“and I’ll take it easy on the Taylor Swift” he stated finally, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips.·“see you tonight”·

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imperfectox·:

The way he held her in place with his hand wrapped around her neck like a necklace made her feel weak in the knees. She knew going with another man was going to get a rise out of him but by someone he was extremely annoyed at was the icing on the cake. He was so close that it almost felt like their lips were touching but of course he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, not after the stunt she pulled.·“And you get off being a dick but who’s the one driving the other one’s hook up for the night away?” She spat back as she started to feel tingles at base of her scalp where he held her hair to keep her gaze locked with his. Amelie didn’t crumble under pressure because she wanted this, she wanted him running back to her, and she wanted him to realize the only person he wanted was her. Not some bimbo in a tight dress and cheap perfume.·“I’m not being a brat. We aren’t together right? Is that why you’re letting all those girls throw themselves at you?”

The devil lived in Owens eyes, behind them there was nothing but fire and brimstone, the revenge he would get on the man that had dared touch her would be biblical. His jaw was clenched so tight he was sure the bone was about to shatter.·“that _pickle dick _fuck..” he let every syllable leave his lips with a clear enunciation, his face getting closer to hers·“was never·going to be your hook up, do you understand me?” he asked, tightening his grip on her hair, pulling her in closer, he was well aware he was spitting venom just millimetres from her face. His body was pressed tight to hers now, fist full of her hair, lips tantalizingly close to hers. Even in such a vulnerable position she was a spitfire, and it made him hot under the collar, he wanted to throw her on the bed, teach her what taunting·him would mean for her.·“did I take any of them upstairs?” he asked, eyebrows raising slightly·“who gives a fuck who throws themselves at me, you throwing yourself at him·like a two dollar whore, is why we are here.. you know you signed his death certificate right?” He pressed his chest tighter to hers, forcing her back up against the wall behind them, his lips ghosting over hers. The moment he tasted her lipgloss it was over, he was now devouring her lips in a searing kiss, releasing his grip on her hair to wrap around her waist, lifting her off the floor.·

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mccdswings​:

              It   was   things   like   this   that   made   him   thankful   that   he   lived   alone   and   all   .   He   didn’t   know   if   he   could   handle   being   locked   out   by   someone   just   because   he   forgot   his   key   or   something   of   the     sort   .   It   was   that   unlucky   and   at   least   being   alone   ,   he   knew   he   never   forgot   his   key   .    “   Well   ,   I   can   invite   you   into   my   home   if   you’d   like   ??   Maybe   we   can   have   a   couple   drinks   or   something   .   Just   so   you’re   not   sitting   out   here   all   alone   and   all   that   .   Then   when   your   buddy   gets   home   ,   you’re   more   than   welcome   to   leave   .   ” 

There was a moment that he just watched him speak, as if he had been struck dumb by the man in front of him. He nodded, he just wished he had his phone, or knew anyones number, so he could tell the bridal party that their photographer wouldnt be making it, so he could call his roommate, but in the moment his mind was blank. He had been invited inside, and he wouldnt let that opportunity pass him by. “uh.. ye..yeah. That sounds..that sounds.. um” he cleared his throat, a hand going to his cheek he ran his fingers over his bottom lip and willed his voice to stop breaking, for his brain to create a coherent thought “thats really nice” he finally got out, scrambling to his feet. “Im Isaac.. people call me ike” he smirked offering his hand, immediately feeling like an idiot. He was sure that he had paid close attention to Tidus, learning everything he could from afar, but he could also be sure that the man in front of him had not paid him the same attention. 

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mccdswings​:

            There’s   a   clench   of   Lorenzo’s   jaw   now   as   the   other   is   speaking     ,   eyebrows   narrowing   as   he’s   tilting   his   head   ever   so   slightly   .    “   What   the     fuck   kind   of   attitude   is   that   huh   ??   ”   He   questions   as   he’s   shaking   his   head   .    “   You   have     no   damn   right   to   tell   me   what   to   do   ,     so   therefore   ,   I   won’t   listen     .   I’m   doing   what   I   want   and   if   eating   alone   is   such   a   bother   ,   don’t   make   dinner     before   I’m   ready   to   eat   it   .   ”   He   states   back   without   any   hesitation   .   He   wasn’t   going   to   take   such   shit   from   the   other   ,   as   hard     as   it   was   for   him   to   be   so   rude   ,   he   just   couldn’t   handle   other’s   talking   to   him   like   that   .    “   Sorry   …   ”   He sighs   once   more     before   shaking   his   head   .    “   Can   you   just   give   me   a   fuckin’   moment   please   ??   All   I’m   asking   .   ”

Andrew had never known such pettiness, however the sharp tone in his voice was enough to have the white haired male wanting to curl up inside of himself. He was tired of the way that they were, he was tired of how the man who had once held him like he was the rarest gem was now this venom spitting monster in front of him. He couldn't contain the grimace. Taking stock of every word that left his lips. “are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, dark eyebrows knitting as he crossed his arms. “I am so fucking sorry..” he stated with a faux sincerity. “I keep forgetting my place as your lowly servant... my apologies m’lord. I will get back to the kitchen now and not bother your oh so important work..”. Bright blue eyes roll and he holds his hand up at the apology. “fucking save it Lorenzo, youre not sorry, dont tell me what you think I want to hear, because your bullshit is not what I want to hear.” he pushed his shoulder off the door frame. 

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heartbloomed·:

isabella: hmm.. afraid the jury’s still out on that one isabella: i’ll be sure to fill you in when i have the verdict isabella: that’s good,  they shouldn’t be isabella: nothing wrong with indulging in the pleasures life has to offer  isabella: i’m sure you can agree with that?

lincoln: i’ll be waiting with baited breath lincoln: I know nothing but indulging in pleasures, you should know that by now lincoln: what has you second guessing your choices in dick appointment lol

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                        𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 ＢＩＧ ＳＡＤ... 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙...                      &     𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨...                                                                 𝘉𝘜𝘛                                                                         𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,             𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙝𝙘/𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

                                        𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘#3196

[kingobrooklyn-baby]

wanting to interact with other blogs but getting anxiety because they’re Cool™ and you’re a piece of lettuce is a very interesting thing to go through every day

[proditeur]

     two kinds of speeds on this blog

me: I’ll write the starter! partner: awesome take your ti— me: THE STARTER IS DONE!!!!!

     or

me: I’ll write the starter! partner: awesome take your time!! *two months later* partner: hey I just want to check, were you able to write the starter? me: the what

[rpmemecave]

when your rp partners start telling you about their new muses