MINDSTORM

[mndstom]

mindstorm -- semi-selective multimuse / indie rp account written by emilia. 25+, please don't interact if you're a minor. mature content will appear time to time.

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[pinkliqht]

open  starter  :  quinn  vanderbilt  &  any  muse.   plot  :   moved  away  for  school  and  now  she's  back  in  her  small  town  kind  of  vibes.

"  i  keep  thinking  about  what  would've  happened  if  I'd  stayed.  "

[mndstom]

Luca's jaw muscles tighten slightly, and he looks around for a moment. "Well, you didn't." The male states, his gaze turning to look at the female in front of him. "So why think of what could have happened?"

[fruitr0ts]

dabin's lips curve into something faintly amused as she watches the other struggle to wake up. the awkward smile only earns a soft huff of a laugh from the vampire, dark eyes focused as she takes the water. "long enough to know you snore." it was a lie. in fact, dabin had hardly heard a a thing from the other woman. she settles back into her chair, one leg crossing over the other. in truth, dabin hadn't slept. had realized years ago that pretending to do so brought her no comfort so why bother? "an hour, maybe. you looked comfortable. i didn't want to wake you."

[mndstom]

For a brief moment, she's thinking of the accusation she just heard, and it's clear to see on her facial features. She doesn't snore. At least, the people who have shared the bed with her haven't said anything about snoring. "I don't snore." The female huffs, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice when she speaks. "So... You've been just sitting there? Watching me sleep?" She inquires, and even when her tone is teasing, she still finds it rather chilling. Somebody watching her while she's in an unconscious state? All of a sudden, it feels like she's in a horror movie, and she's looking around her surroundings -- mainly looking at the distance between the door and bed.

[kieraknightley]

[bearytender]

“  i  know.  i  was  expecting  to  become  a  permanent  member  of  the  club  too.  ”  the  quiet  laugh  that  follows  feels  almost  instinctive,  carrying  the  same  lightness  they  used  to  share  as  children,  the  kind  that  slipped  into  conversations  without  effort.  “  aejeong  is  twelve  now,  and  she’s  completely  obsessed  with  kpop  demon  hunters.  i  think  we’ve  got  a  future  fangirl  in  the  family.  and  minhyung  is  nine.  he  knows  an  alarming  amount  about  different  kinds  of  bears.  i’ve  met  kids  who  were  obsessed  with  dinosaurs,  but  he’s  the  first  one  i’ve  ever  known  whose  entire  personality  revolves  around  bears.  if  you  ask  him  what  he  wants  to  be  when  he  grows  up,  he’ll  just  look  at  you  and  say,  ‘  a  bear.  ’  ”  this  time  his  laughter  comes  more  openly,  bright  enough  to  draw  a  few  absent  glances  before  fading  into  the  fond  smile  that  refuses  to  leave  his  face.  “  you’d  like  them.  i’m  sure  you  would.  ”

the  warmth  lingers  only  long  enough  for  him  to  find  himself  watching  her  expression,  quietly  searching  for  whatever  might  have  settled  behind  it  after  everything  he  had  just  told  her.  relief  comes  gently  when  he  realizes  she  understands,  or  at  least  understands  enough  not  to  make  him  feel  so guilty for leaving.  he  lets  out  a  slow,  thoughtful  sigh  and  gives  a  small  nod.  “  back  then,  i  hated  it.  i  was  so  angry  because  nobody  told  me  what  was  happening.  ”  his  fingers  curl  loosely  around  the  paper  cup  before  he  takes  another  sip  of  his  coffee.  “  but  i  got  older  and...  i  think  my  parents  just  did  what  they  thought  was  best.  ”  there  is  no  bitterness  left  in  his  voice  now,  only  acceptance  worn  smooth  by  time.  “  we  haven’t  heard  anything  about  her  in  years,  so...  we  figured  it  was  finally  safe  to  come  back.  now  we’re  just  hoping  it  stays  that  way.  ”  the  corner  of  his  mouth  lifts  again,  this  time  inviting  the  conversation  somewhere  lighter.  “  but  what  about  you?  tell  me  about  the  last  few  years.  i  know  you  can’t  fit  everything  into  one  conversation,  so...  give  me  the  highlights.  ”

[mndstom]

She can't help but smile when he's sharing more details about his siblings, and she takes a mental note of their names. Aejeong and Minhyung. Maybe she will bring something to them when she meets them. If she meets them. "How many bear species are there? Four?" At least she can only recall four of them. "But they sound lovely, and I can't wait to meet them one day." So far, it feels like they have only been separated for weeks and not years. It feels natural, and she notices how she's becoming hopeful for their future. Things will be different now. He won't disappear again. "Your parents just wanted to protect you." Words she never expected to say about his parents. There was a time when the female was mad at them, but now that she's an adult and finally knows why they left without a word? She can understand them. She would have probably done the same thing. "Do you think she will try to reach out if she finds out you have returned?" She inquires and nibbles the inside of her cheek. There it is. Even when she keeps telling herself he will not disappear again, there will be a small chance it will happen if his mother returns.

She lets out a dramatic, heavy sigh. "Where do I start? So many things have happened." She's exaggerating her words, chuckling afterwards as a sign that she's joking. Of course, a lot has happened over the years, but are they worth mentioning? Not really. "My parents are still together, I'm still an only child, and that will not change. I model on the side to get some money and... That's about it." Miyoung's life? Pretty normal. There are no highlights like he requested.

[litheelixir]

open  to  :  f  /  nb  /  m  camp  alder  ridge  sat  miles  from  the  nearest  town  ,  tucked  between  an  old  lake  and  acres  of  untouched  forest  .  phones  barely  worked  ,  the  radio  crackled  more  than  it  spoke  and  the  only  road  in  or  out  had  a  habit  of  flooding  whenever  it  rained  . 

"  if  i  don't  make  it  out  of  these  woods  by  sunday  ,  tell  everyone  i  was  hot  ,  hilarious  and  absolutely  right  about  something  being  off  around  here  " 

[mndstom]

"You can't just leave me all alone in here!" The femme whisper - yells while hugging herself, and she looks at their surroundings. It's too quiet for her liking. Sure, they're in a forest, and it's supposed to be quiet, but it still makes her feel uneasy. "How am I supposed to reach out to you if you go on your own? Send a fucking bat signal?"

[rvnwiild]

the  words  settle  between  them  with  a  weight  that  seems  to  press  the  air  from  his  lungs.  he  is  dead.  his  fingers  twitch  instinctively  beneath  hers,  but  he  doesn't  pull  away.  if  anything,  his  hand  closes  around  hers  just  a  little  tighter,  careful—like  he's  afraid  the  slightest  wrong  movement  might  make  her  let  go.  he  watches  her  for  a  long  moment,  taking  in  the  way  her  eyes  stay  shut,  the  coldness  of  her  hands  against  his  own,  the  hesitation  that  had  made  every  word  seem  like  it  had  to  be  dragged  out  of  her.  "...i'm  sorry,"  he  says  quietly,  and  for  once  the  words  aren't  a  reflex  or  empty  politeness.  they're  simple  because  anything  bigger  would  only  be  about  making  himself  feel  useful.  his  thumb  brushes  slowly  across  the  back  of  her  hand.  silence  settles  again,  but  this  time  he  lets  it  exist  instead  of  trying  to  fill  it.  "thank  you  for  telling  me."  he  offers  a  faint,  almost  sad  smile.  "and  for  trusting  me  with  something  that  hard."  his  grip  loosens  just  enough  to  give  her  the  choice  to  pull  away  if  she  wants,  though  he  doesn't  move  his  hand.  "i'm  not  going  anywhere,"  he  murmurs.  "not  unless  you  want  to  be  alone."  then  he  falls  quiet  again,  choosing  to  simply  stay  with  her  instead  of  searching  for  words  that  could  never  make  a  wound  like  that  disappear.

[mndstom]

It takes a moment for her to register what he said. It's the first time she has heard someone say such things regarding the death of her boyfriend, which is why she's staring at him for quite some time, not being able to hide the surprise on her facial features. He wouldn't say any of those things if he knew how or why he's not alive. But she's not planning to tell him any further. Jiyeon promised herself she would carry the secret to her grave, even when there are days when it's eating her alive. She briskly shakes her head. "I don't want to be alone." Not in this state. Not when she's uncertain of what's real and what's not. "But I would like to get out of here." Somewhere calm where there isn't anyone else. Somewhere where she can curl up into a ball and forget the world just for a moment until she feels like herself again.

[rvnwiild]

his eyes lingered on her as she leaned into his touch. he had seen her like this more times than he could ever hope to count—across different centuries, beneath different skies. every lifetime she found him again, and every lifetime she looked at him with those same searching eyes, even if they no longer remembered him. yet ivar never grew tired of her beauty. his gaze drifted to her hand as her fingers curled gently around his wrist. he didn't move away, allowing the warmth of her touch to settle against skin that had long since forgotten what it meant to be truly alive. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. her question earned a quiet chuckle. it was amusing, in a bittersweet sort of way, that she always had to learn him from the beginning. every reincarnation gave her a new life, while he carried every memory they had ever shared. she never remembered his stories until it was too late. "i travel a lot," he said softly. "i like seeing different places. i suppose i never really grew out of that. it's in my blood." another small laugh escaped him. "the viking in me still craves the horizon." his thumb absentmindedly brushed over the back of her hand before he continued. "i spend a lot of time in museums. they're fascinating." his smile widened into something more mischievous. "i walk through the exhibits and quietly laugh to myself at all the history they've gotten wrong. dates. battles. people." he shook his head. "sometimes they're close. most of the time..." he shrugged. "not even remotely." his expression softened again. "i mostly keep to myself these days. crowds become exhausting after a few centuries. though lately i've been tending bar." a genuine laugh slipped from him. "you'd be surprised what people confess after a few drinks. humans have always been storytellers. they just don't realize how much truth slips out when they think no one's listening."

when she asked how old he was, the amusement faded into thoughtful silence. for a long moment he simply looked at her, as though weighing whether numbers could ever explain a life like his. "i was born in the tenth century," he finally said. "in what is now called denmark." his gaze wandered somewhere far beyond the room, toward memories no one else could see. "my father was a viking. his father before him." a small, nostalgic smile touched his lips. "my brothers and i followed the same path. it was all we knew." he paused, the weight of centuries settling quietly into his voice. "i've watched kingdoms rise from fields of mud and disappear into dust. i've seen languages born, evolve, and die. i've buried friends whose names the world has forgotten." his eyes returned to hers, warm despite the sadness hidden beneath them. "immortality sounds romantic until you've lived long enough to become the only person who remembers." his thumb traced another slow circle against her hand. "but somehow..." he murmured, a gentleness creeping into his smile, "you always find your way back to me." there was no pride in the words. no triumph. only quiet wonder. "and every time..." his voice lowered almost to a whisper. "i fall in love with you all over again."

[mndstom]

She got the impression of him traveling a lot. The female imagines he can't stay still in one place, or else people would start to question why he doesn't age. But one way or another, he finds her. He always comes back to her. She doesn't remember those things. Lydia has seen the moments they have shared, but she doesn't remember them. She's always an outsider in her dreams, watching their moments over the years. "A Viking?" The femme questions with a hint of amusement in her voice. She can't recall the memories of him wearing Viking clothes or her wearing them. "Was I part of that Viking life?"

She continues to listen to him, taking a mental note of wanting to take him to a museum and let him point out what part of history they've gotten wrong. Is she planning to see him again? Just moments ago, she was afraid of him; now he's letting him touch her and she's planning to see him even when he warned her nothing good would come out of seeking him out. If she understood him correctly, they're somewhat cursed. It's not like the witch is planning to be with him. She just wants to know what their life was like back in the day, and maybe she can discover how to help them.

She studies his facial features, watching how he falls into the memories of his life, and gosh, he looks so familiar. Every part of his facial muscles looks familiar to her, even though they just met in person. She inhales deeply. He has seen a lot in his life, and she has been a small part of it more than once. The more she speaks, the more determined she's to find answers. She has different books of spells, curses, and even potions. And deep inside, the witch knows she has searched for answers in her past life, but things were different back then. They deserve a chance. "It sounds like the first version of me knew one day I would find an answer for this." She says while letting go of his wrist, her hand moving to rest against his chest. "Have you sought out anyone who can help?" There must have been someone who knows more than they do. "Or do you have any books? You must have some books that can explain more."

[honeytv]

open starter from youngmi ahn (she/her, nurse)

open to: all (27+ and older)

possible connections and plot: could be someone she's dating, besties to lovers, or someone that she's close to :)

"you should be more careful," she doesn't mean to nag, but she cares about them. youngmi gently puts a plaster over their wound before she looks up at them, "didn't i tell you?"

[mndstom]

Jiyeon regrets looking at her finger that's still bleeding, which is why she almost immediately turns her facial features towards the female in front of her with a grimace. "You should know by now that I am clumsy." There's not a day when she doesn't bump her knee or shoulder into something. Good thing it was just a needle that bricked her index finger.

[mndstom]

hello! i want to give this a shot! i want to try writing more on discord, because... well, faster to reply there to be honest.

if you're someone who enjoys writing multiple muses, enjoys world - building and building relationships rather than writing smut, you should definitely give this a like, and i will reach out to you.

[purplemccns]

"Well not to brag, but this one will probably put all the others you've done before to shame," he stated confidently with a firm nod, if even he only really meant that it would definitely be bigger than any others she'd tried before. Her comment of potentially falling asleep though made the man chuckle softly, brow furrowing as he attempted to give the femme a hard time. "Man, I'll have to up my ante the next time we hang out if you're already planning your naps with me," though Theo's tone and the quick wink directed her way indicated a reply lighter than the words themselves. A beat passes however as they cover more land, growing closer to the venue in question before he sneaks another glance her way. "Thank you, by the way," his voice is soft this time, almost as if he's uncertain with the words he's chosen. "For coming out with me today. I'm sure you're plenty busy with everything going on but...it means a lot to me." Now his eyes are slightly avoidant, worried Yeeun would see the pink creeping into his cheeks from his passing comment.

[mndstom]

She looks at him with doubtful eyes, but almost immediately is smiling in amusement. "We will see about that." She chuckles before wondering what kind of place he's taking her to. A big gym perhaps? Though, as soon as she hears him mention needing to up his ante, she turns to look at him and briskly shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that!" She's quick to say, mentally scolding herself for the words she used. "I meant... It was a long day at shoot, so..." It's obvious she's clearly thinking of how to explain herself, and she scrunches up her nose in the end, a heavy sigh leaving her. "I'm actually enjoying your company and..." She doesn't want it to end. Her dark hues drop to look at the ground, and redness creeps up her cheeks. She's flustered. And the red color doesn't disappear when Theo thanks her for joining him. "I'm happy that you asked me." The female confesses, her voice quieter than earlier, and she tugs her hair behind her ear.

[gcholdtrops]

     watching how she's easily learning the ways, already taken his suggestions to heart and utilize it right of the bat.  “ exactly, while keeping your grip steady but, relaxed at the same time ~ ”  two words which didn't really go hand-in-hand, but that was the art of acoustic instruments, seungwoo certain it was the same with pianos. the pressure making a vast difference of what sound would get produced.  “ perhaps you could teach me sometime, too  ?  with the piano... ”  a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips, suggesting they could help each other learn  ;  his patience having worn thing multiple times when trying out other instruments, always returning to his trusty guitar.  “ you might be a musical genius, seeing how quickly you pick up on this. ”  complimenting, looking over toward her as her fingers delicately ran over the strings, sounds of no particular song echoing in soft noises.

[mndstom]

Her brows furrow, and she looks at the strings and where her fingers are placed, watching how they try to find the correct spots with little pauses in between. It's not smooth, but at least the sound is somewhat right. Her attention from the strings shifts to the man, and her eyes widen slightly. He wants her to teach him how to play piano? There's a light blush creeping up on her cheeks, and her head drops so her face is slightly hidden. "I don't know if I would be a great teacher..." The femme mumbles, and she lets her fingers gently drum the guitar's wooden frame. She has never taught someone. Let alone let someone hear her playing the said instrument. "But I can try!" She quickly adds, her dark hues turning to look at him again, and she smiles slightly, the redness now evident on her cheeks when he compliments her skills. "I just had a great teacher, that's all."

[cosmiicloves]

college au where she’s the slacker who can barely get out of bed in time for her classes, falls asleep in the library and attends parties instead of lectures. he lives in the dorm room next to her and because he’s sweet and worried about her he makes sure she gets up in the morning and brings her coffee and makes sure that she knows she can call him if she needs a ride home from a party and idk this could be cute like him just helping her sort herself out and she’s trying to bring him out of his shell more??

[mndstom]

starter for @redemptioninterlude

"You cheated!" Eunha yells, not caring if people look in their direction while she's walking towards the other. "There's no way your score was that big." It's a big accusation and something the female doesn't say lightly. She saw a glimpse of the other's paper and was flabbergasted to see the score on it. Even when she studied every night, her score isn't near a perfect score. It's something that hurt her ego, but it's also something she expected while writing the essay. "How did you do it?"

[mndstom]

continuation from here with @rvnwiild

Sangmin had no other choice but to go to the place he once called home. He hated going back. He doesn't want Minwoo to see he had failed at something again, but he did, and now he's standing in front of the door, his hands in his pockets to hide the bruised knuckles. There's even a bruise on his cheek, which tells he's been in a fight recently. "I already did." The male mumbles, his dark hues turning to look at the brother who has always been there for him. "I don't wanna talk about it." It's something he always says, not wanting to get too into the details of what he's been up to when he moved away.

[purplemccns]

Giving a dramatic roll of his eyes, if only to take advantage of his teasing in the moment, he gave a crooked grin to the other despite this. "Keep talking responsible to me like that and I'll barely be able to finish my meal, Miss Valencia." Echoing his girlfriend's obviously deceitful disappointment on the coworker update she gave, he sighed as if he could exaggerate this even more. "Well damn, guess I won't get my next book inspiration from her...unless you think a weak immune system could sell well?" The latter portion obviously a joke, he watched the brunette as she readied the table with the steaming empanadas, an unexpected rumble emitted from his stomach. "Believe it or not, I have eaten within the past couple of hours," he tried defending himself, though he chose to omit the portion that it was a candy bar he found in his carry on with a rather questionable expiration date on it. "Thank you baby, so much," he stated instead, kissing Maia on her forehead before grabbing one of the plates on the table to pick up a serving. "Any drunkies I need to go hunt down that bothered you at work while I was gone?"

[mndstom]

She lightly shakes her head in amusement while chuckling at his teasing words and doesn't comment further. She will have plenty of opportunities to continue to tease him while they eat. Once placing the empanadas on the table, she turns on her heels to go to the fridge. "What do you want for a drink?" The femme inquires, reaches for two different homemade sauces that are in small sauce cups, and brings them to the table as well. "The red one is spicier than the green one." She warns him, and her dark hues turn to look at the man, a rather thoughtful expression on her facial features while she pretends to think for a moment. "I mean, you can write about someone pretending to be sick? Or a contagious disease is taking over the world? And you better give me credit for these ideas." A playful tone continues to be in her voice, and she leans slightly to his side, watching him fill his plate, a warm smile playing on her lips. Maia enjoys watching him eat the food she has made for him. It warms her heart -- especially whenever he shares he hasn't eaten properly, and it always makes her jab his side gently, just like now. "You need to eat! But no... Well... There was one drunken dude who wanted more drinks even when he was wasted, and kind of got mad when I refused to give him more, but..." She shrugs nonchalantly. "Nothing I haven't seen or heard before."

[gcholdtrops]

     the higher tone of expression matching the look of surprise on her visage, a view which naturally caused seojun's lips to shape into a smile. the reaction resembled how many of his viewers had also been questioning him, overwatch having been one of the biggest shooters when it came out. however, he stuck to his trust league of legends gameplays, rather than trying something new. a comfort person not liking too much change.  “ i mean, i know the general concept of it... also watch matches of it... just never, dived into it myself. ”  habitually his hand had gone up, rubbing along the back of nape, a chuckle then passing through his pair of lips.  “ torture  ?  like the typical toxicity or... i think i heard something about the ranking system, not being the greatest. so stuff like that or ? what was torture for you in it. ”  recalling a time his friend went on about it for at least an hour, a memory which caused him to smile.  “ i am guessing we go for overwatch 2 then, when we're gonna play it ? ”  inquiring, finishing up the last pieces of rice cakes in his paper bowl, scooping up as much of the tteokbokki sauce too.  “ maybe we stream it tomorrow at the con ? ”  asking, the reason they fell in talk having been them both attending as streamers for the event, so why not also participate in some gaming together while they were here  —-  also giving seojun a good excuse to continue talking with her, having find it to be enjoyable. thus far

[mndstom]

She can accept his response. She even understands him. There are games Yoomi has heard of or watched videos of, but never played. Simply because she hasn't had the time or it hasn't interested her enough to try it on her own. "Yes, the ranking system! And some heroes got quite annoying." Even when the changes came, and she gave the game another try, it wasn't enough to make her play it like she used to. But with Seojun? It might be different. She might learn to enjoy it again. She nods at his question. "Yes. I don't think the original one even exists anymore, so we will be playing the upgraded one." She bites her tongue to stop herself from speaking further, finding herself wanting to complain about the promises the developers said and never fulfilled them the way they were supposed to. She inhales deeply, looking at the table for a moment. She can be passionate about games -- it's why she enjoys streaming them. Her dark hues turn to look at the male in front of her, and she eagerly nods. "We can do that! I planned to stream around 1 pm, does that sound good?"