munofmanyminds

Selective indie rp blog | Mun is 30+ USFW & Dead Dove heavy

[munofmanyminds]

Indie RP blog . Selective . | USFW & Dead Dove heavy

Penned by Mel ( she/her ) , 30+ , based in Europe

Please note that I very rarely follow back until we've started writing together. It's not lack of interest in writing with you - I just prefer to keep my dash clean.

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RULES ✧ MUSES ✧ STARTERS ✧ PLOTS ✧ OPPOSITES

[wickedwitches]

adam demos —

credit atlantis if you use

[kyalia]

[perotovar]

#he turned 50 and all filter just melted away lmao

[sweetfridays]

♡ SAVANNAH SMITH cruel intentions promo

[jellco]

EMILY RATAJKOWSKI by Hung Vanngo (June 2025)

[draumas]

SAVANNAH SMITH 2023, ph. Ryan Saradjola for Numero Netherlands

[fawnsfern]

i'm ovulating.

[susierpt]

plot idea: one muse is a journalist sent to cover a concert of a really popular band. well they’re told it’s a really popular band – they only know two of their songs and can’t tell you any of the members’ names, much less pick out their faces. still the concert is paid for by the magazine they write for, and it should be fun

just before the concert, they go to a bar to get a drink, and meet a fellow patron behind the bar smoking. they’re cute and charming, and the journalist kind of figures, why not? so they hook up in the bathroom, as you do

so then the journalist has to hoof it to the concert (which is fine, their hookup seemed to need to get someplace, too), and is in their front row VIP seats, so they get a full view of the band, and hey, this music is actually pretty good, and everyone is screaming for the band, and wait why does the lead singer look so familiar? is that–? oh fuck.

[ereans]

a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other – unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the 'i hate you’s sound like 'i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.

[bubblebathroombodies]

Lucien Laviscount

[sudaul]

[jay-dee]

[plldaily]

SOFIA CARSON photographed for The New York Times, march 2025

[hiddcnplcts]

you’re my ride-or-die, and I thought we were just pretending to be into each other to get that creep to back off. but now you’re kissing me like you mean it, and i’m not sure i want you to stop au

[munofmanyminds]

Heeeeyy everyone!! It's... been a while. Life has been hitting pretty hard.

I would say I was just really busy with work. And just... yeah, life. And I have been, ngl. But for the past few months especially, it's been more than that. That part is under the readmore.

Anyway, I'm gonna try to come back, but be patient with me. And know that if it feels like I've forgotten you, ignored you, or anything of the sort... it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my own situation. I'm gonna try to catch up and get back to everyone, but it may take a while.

I miss you all so much. <3

Alright so... I haven't been super open about this at all, because I think I've been mostly in denial about the seriousness of it tbh, but for the past year or so, my stepdad (literally my second dad since I was seven -- oftentimes more so than my biological father) has been ill.

Doctors couldn't figure out what it was, but eventually (after more than six months of back and forth), they settled on a tumour. And when I say back and forth, I mean literally being told "it's probably cancer" and then "no, wait, it's definitely not cancer" like FOUR TIMES. Meanwhile, he kept getting worse. Rollercoaster bullshit -- it's been rough, to say the least. Anyway... it's a really long story, and I'm not gonna get into all of it here, bc I am not trying to write a novel. But that's been happening.

Skip to a few months ago, when they eventually told us there was no treatment available. Nothing they could do to help him. And that even if there was, at this point his body wouldn't be able to withstand it. So they declared him terminal.

Two weeks ago, on Friday the 15th, he passed away, which was.. a lot faster than any of us expected. And my mom just unravelled. So my life sort of became all about dealing with funeral arrangements and trying to breathe in between.

So yeah, that's what I've been dealing with. That's why I've been gone. And just generally inconsistent af. And I just wanted to try to be open about it without having to tell everyone individually, bc somehow that just felt like way too much rn.

// Mel

[fallenmuses]

noel smirks as he and naya sit down for a drink. or six drinks. it's their favorite bar and they're regulars. but not all of the people inside are. the said group of friends catches noel's eye. he chuckles and looks down at his bottle of beer before glancing back up at the other. "there are three blondes there, naya," he grins. "you gotta be more specific if you want someone to suck my dick." okay, maybe he's also had a few too many drinks.

[munofmanyminds]

Naya blinks twice. And gives the whole group of girls a second look now that he's drawn her out of her self-induced tunnel vision. "Fuck.." A laugh, light and bubbly with a hint of inebriation -- bursts from her lips. "I mean the hottest one -- obviously." A pause, her lips pursing slightly. "Wait... actually, maybe you could hit the trifecta." She grins right back at him. "Four blondes in a bar..."