Irreducible Complexity

Indie | Multi-Verse | Semi-Selective Roleplay Blog // Both Mun and Muses are 25+ // MDNI pls penned by Chae (she/her)

[monachopsicalwhimsy]

𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚢

|| monachopsicalwhimsy is an independent roleplay blog with an original cast of characters that all have their own unique and distinctive stories. 21+. MDNI.

Penned by Chae (she/her. 31)

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// Getting myself to come back by giving my blog a makeover bit by bit. Lollll //

[cursedvessels]

The whole lead-up to Kieran's big surprise is really quite concerning. His boyfriend has been acting strange for a while now--smells strange, too. He just can't put a finger on why. Needless to say, Oak is a bit more fussy with them those weeks, constantly making sure he's okay and spending time with him, but also balancing that with trying to give him space as much as possible. It's a challenge and, honestly, his concerns are hardly eased until date night finally rolls around.

He has to wonder if the whole surprise meal and everything was part of Kieran's strange behaviour, but...It feels far too simple to be just that. Maybe he's got another surprise or a present or...something. They're not really sure what to expect, so they start worrying over him a bit when he suggests going to the beach at an unusual time of day for the activity. Upon their insistence, though, Oak relents and throws on their sandals to follow him down to the water's edge.

Eyes narrow when he mentions a blindfold. OK, so this must be what's so weird, then. He can't really imagine what it might be. There are a couple of ideas, but...He doesn't really like to speculate, get himself worked up...What if he causes himself to be disappointed? So he remains as empty-headed and giddy as a golden retriever while Kieran ties the blindfold around his face. "What is it? Seriously, yer freakin' me out, luv," he chuckles softly, a bit of his anxiety leaking through despite himself.

Settling his nerves, he allows Greg to lead him down the deck towards the sand. When the dog stops, so does Oak. Brows pinch together in confusion. "Cad ata ar siul, mo ghra?" They can't help the way their heart is pounding in their chest even when they're told to take off the blindfold. They swallow hard, steeling their nerves before carefully removing the slip of fabric.

When he sees Kieran on one knee, the soft candlelight causing shadows to dance across their face, he completely freezes up. Mossy hues stare blankly at the man on the ground, wide and unblinking. At first, he doesn't even seem to have much of an expression at all, totally taken aback, like he's not sure if this is real or a dream. Then, tears start to pinprick his eyes even in his expressionless gaze. He swallows, finally taking a breath he hadn't realized he'd forgotten to take.

"Wot..?" The single exclamation comes out crackled, muffled by his hands as they fly up to cup around his mouth and nose in shock. "An bhfuil tu dairire? Seo e..." His breath catches in his throat, stutters in his chest as the tears start to pour down his face. He clamps his hands a lightly tighter over his face as he vigourously nods in answer to the question. A choked sob escapes as his hands fall to his sides.

"Sea, a ghra geal. Sea-- Of course!" A shaky inhale as he rushes the rest of the way down the path he had created for them, kneeling down in front of his boyfriend and resting a hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his arm gently to help him up if needed. Tears are pouring down his face, a bold grin etching lines into his cheeks as his gaze flickers between the ring and Kieran.

"It's beautiful...I-- It...You..I love you." Then, he's cupping their face and gently pulling them in for a deep, passionate kiss in spite of the salty tears dampening their cheeks.

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His heart is freaking pounding and though the silence is brief in reality, it feels like it's stretching on for an hour while his pulse rushes in his ears and makes him feel faint. A small smile tugs at his lips, tears already pouring from his own eyes. A tiny huff of a chuckle falls out, smile widening a bit as he waits, lets Eoghan process the scene before him. When his partner closes the space between them at last his anxieties begin to fade away. Kieran's heart jumps into his throat and he wastes no time letting Oak help him up before pulling him into a warm embrace. He returns the kiss with the same fervor, deepening it and letting their lips linger, the tears mixing on their skin before they finally have to pull back and catch a breath. "I love you. I love you so damn much, mo ghra. I dunno know what I'd do without you." He murmurs, pressing another brief kiss to Oak's lips before taking the ring from the box with trembling fingers. He lifts their left hand and slips it on before he ends up dropping it into the sand. His ocean coloured hues stare at the band on his partner's finger for a long moment before lifting to trail over his face. "You really like it baby? I- I was so worried. I know I-I-I been actin' so weird an' am sorry 'bout that boht.. I jus- I needed ta make sure the time was right an' everythin' fell into place."

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{ Plotted starter for @cursedvessels with Kieran and Eoghan } While their time together has been fairly short, Kieran's love for his partner has only grown every single day. He's certain now more than ever that he couldn't dream of spending the rest of his life with anyone else. There's not a single soul in the word that could match his so perfectly. No one else who could truly understand the way they do with one another. No one else who truly sees him the way Eoghan does. He'd spent weeks researching rings and eventually reached out to a jeweler to make a custom band for them with Celtic knots and inlays of both oak wood and moss agate. Once the designs were approved he was told it would be a month or so until it was ready and in that time he also started designing a ring box. It's simple enough, but creating a design on the top that will endure the kiln is the tricky part. The pair of them had also started a habit of going to pottery classes together so it was also tricky to find time to make the box on his own without raising too much suspicion now that they live together. Kieran waited until a day he knew Oak was to be busy with Arin all day before making his way to the studio on his own. A love knot is carefully carved into the top of the square shaped box before it's finished with a gorgeous marbled glaze full of blues and flecks of brown, the shades somehow perfectly matching their eyes. He had already arranged and paid for someone else at the studio to finish the box once it had finished firing, add cushioning and hinges as well as a velvet lining. There are a lot of moving parts coming together but everything seems to be going without a hitch. Once Kieran gets word that the ring is finished, they once again wait until the right opportunity to stop by and pick it up after work. The ring is beautiful and brings tears to his eyes just looking at it. It takes a great amount of effort to keep their emotions hidden from Oak, and even then, they know that he knows something is off but he brushes it aside for a few days until they're ready to actually do the damn thing. One night, after Kieran had made Eoghan's favourite meal and the pair of them enjoyed their dinner, he suggests taking a walk on the beach behind their home; which isn't necessarily an unusual activity- during the day. Kieran typically avoids it at night for several reasons, but tonight is different. Special. He doesn't let Oak's curiosity and concern get to him though, just gently insisting that he really wants them to go to the beach. Once they get ready, it's only then that Kieran relents and admits he's got a surprise that Eoghan needs to be blindfolded for. He had already gone ahead and set everything up outside well before dinner, knowing that no one is going to disturb it. So once they're blindfolded and step out onto the back deck, he tells Oak that they've got to wait for just a moment and Greg will help lead them down when he calls before heading down onto the sand to light the candles creating a path with white rose petals. There's cushions as well as a bottle of champagne and flutes set up at the end of the path so they're not left kneeling on the sand. He gets down on one knee, steeling himself as he pulls the ring box from his pocket. Kieran opens it, staring down at the piece of jewelry with tears in his eyes. He's really doing this. A few unsteady breaths are taken and blown out through pursed lips in an attempt to calm himself so he can actually speak. Then, he calls softly for Greg who leads himself and Eoghan down the steps and starts down the path. He holds up a hand for them to pause about halfway down and the Great Dane sits next to Oak. "Okay, my love, you can take off the blindfold."

When the cover is removed from his eyes, Oak is able to see Kieran knelt on the cushions at the end of the path, illuminated by the candlelight gently flickering in the breeze. He takes a breath. The ring box is open and held out in his trembling hands. "Eoghan, gra mo chroi, mo shiorghra, I love you so much. You have brought so much joy and peace to mah life- more than I ever.. ever thought possible. You are the sun in mah sky, the stars that illuminate mah darkest nights. I know we haven't been together that long but I truly cannae imagine spending eternity with anyone else-" He pauses, voice cracking with emotion. Kieran takes a deep breath, steadying himself before continuing. "An bposfaidh tu me?"

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Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

[monachopsicalwhimsy]

/// gonna be updating my blog theme later today so if you go to my page and it looks wack, please ignore it LOLLLL ///

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Narrator: The b*tch lied. She didn’t do a damn thing to her blog theme but she swears it will be redone soon

[saudadexmses]

"Pure skill?" Orion shakes his head." I don't know about that, it seemed like luck to me." It was easy to see that Ivy had her merit, for all it was worth she had better skills than him and that was saying something.

" I guess I could give you this, just this once. Wouldn't want your ego to get too big." They tease playfully.

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She clicks her tongue, shaking her head in disagreement but laughs anyway- a bright, musical sound which is a contrast to her deeper, more monotoned voice. "I don't believe in luck, buddy. And I don't need you to feed my ego when I feed my own. But I guess I'll take it." She teases right back, shooting them a grin. It's a genuine expression and her bright green eyes have a slight sparkle to them.

"Wanna go again?"

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This is a call out post

For myself.

Binch you need to drink some water and work on your fricken drafts.

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/// gonna be updating my blog theme later today so if you go to my page and it looks wack, please ignore it LOLLLL ///

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starter for @monachopsicalwhimsy (Max) muse: Ravi Desai (35 years old.  human. Telekinesis. librarian. he/they) THE  HANGED  MAN:  A  deserted  pier  at  sunset

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Ravi asks him eyes still fixed on the sunset, there was just something about a deserted pier, as if there wasn't anyone else in the world just the two of them.

They lean in, resting their chin against their arms, a hum escaping his lips." Do you think will be here next year? You and me? We should probably start making this an annual event."

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Max nods along to their words, humming in agreement. Moments like this are his favorite if he's being honest. He's not always great at just chattering or even starting conversation even when he wants to so it’s appreciated that Ravi elects to do so.

“It is.. it’s peaceful and I just feel most like myself when I’m near the water.. stupid as that might sound.” He chirps, ducking his head a bit.

Max hums quietly in initial response to their question, giving another nod before flashing a sideways glance paired with a ghost of a smile. “I think so… and I agree that we should. I’m happier.. more settled than I’ve felt in a while, honestly. What’re you thinking?”

[cursedvessels]

open starter-- open to anyone muse; Shiloh Di Caprio --33. Half-Italian. Ex-convict. Florist. Tough guy with a soft heart. Tourettes. Anger issues. Terrible RBF. Attends AA regularly to be able to see his daughter.

"No, no, no!" Shiloh frowns, lips pursed as he looks at the other in distaste. "You're doing it wrong. That's fucking wrong." A gesture in their direction. He sniffles, blinks a couple times. "Stop! Stop it! You can't just...fucking...eat them all in one go, what kind of psychopath are you?!"

He's talking, of course, about Skittles and the pack that the other has just ripped open and started pouring into their mouth without any consideration for the flavours. It's fucked. And Shiloh's really particular about this kind of thing, so it's hard to tell if he's actually pissed off or just being dramatic.

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Levi immediately has to stifle a laugh so he doesn't choke on the mouthful of skittles. A hand covers his mouth while he finishes chewing, swallowing them before grinning over at Shiloh. Another laugh at his dramatic exclamation. He knows it bothers Shiloh though, which is also part of why he did it. Just to fuck with him.

"Listen, it's all goin to the same place and they're all sweet. The flavours are meant to be mixed." He retorts, shrugging and lifting the pack to dump some more in his mouth, pausing before he does for dramatic effect.

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// Pls for the love of all that is good and holy please someone tell me I don't need to make any more muses- considering I have some I've yet to write D: //

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i will sacrifice us both just to make a point. @ callum. hi hope this is okay.

"See the thing is, I would rather prefer you didn't do that..?" Callum breathes, gesturing with his hands as his bright hues land on the other. He holds them up, palms out before one of them sort of combs through his hair awkwardly. His pulse is racing now and quite frankly he's not sure how else to respond.

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❝ i’m here, i’m queer, i wanna leave. ❞ - cursedvessels, sami & ben :3

His deep sapphire hues land on xem with xyr words and though Ben can't help cracking a small smile he's already moving to stand so they can make their exit.

"We absolutely do not have to stay if you don't want to. I know this is a lot of people and not exactly your kind of crowd. Come on-" He holds out a hand towards his partner to pull xem up. @cursedvessels

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ENEMIES, FRENEMIES, IT'S COMPLICATED! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that'll never (or maybe eventually) get along. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

i trusted you. my mistake.

i'll never forgive you.

i'll spend the rest of my life making you miserable.

we'll never be the same again.

you crossed a line.

you and me? we're done.

beg. for your life. for forgiveness. just beg.

are you going to beg?

i almost had you.

you were lucky last time. not this time.

they're dead ... because of you.

you took everything from me! what more do you want?

i'm not mad that you lied to me. i'm mad that i can't trust you ever again.

i will sacrifice us both just to make a point.

making each other miserable is our thing. don't try to change that.

this is my revenge.

something about you makes me want to be violent.

how could you?

why did you come back for me?

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.

i won't make that mistake again.

you betrayed me. i suffered.

how fucking dare you!

how the fuck could you do this to me? to us?

our story ends with your end.

i won't show you mercy.

why are you helping me? i don't like you!

just this once.

you won't always be able to cheat death.

concepts.

on sight. sender and receiver have been on opposing sides for years. anytime one of them sees the other, it's bound to turn into an altercation.

knife wound. sender stabs receiver with a small blade.

pointed end. sender holds a blade to receiver's throat.

enemy of my enemy. sender or receiver saves the other from an oncoming attack from a third party, forcing them to temporarily be allies.

fist to kiss. sender kisses receiver without warning after a moment of high tension and close proximity shared between the pair.

enemies to lovers. suddenly sender's and receiver's banter and fighting turns into something more than hateful encounters.

headlock. sender manages to pull receiver into a headlock and continue a physical altercation.

betrayal. receiver confronts sender over feeling betrayed by them.

enemies with benefits. sender and receiver engage in a physical relationship despite the fact they're enemies.

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𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕒 & 𝕀𝕧𝕪

are very loud today- like this for a starter from one of them! Feel free to specify which muse you want & if you have one you want it for! Their info can be found on my muse page

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