titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
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Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@muselinqs
*chimney has finally had enough of the obliviousness*
Buck: so let me get this straight
Chim: *eyebrows raised* straight? you?
Buck: *stunned silence*
Eddie: he’s got you there, Buck
Chim: oh we’ll get to your repression in a minute sweetie
Hen: *spits out tea*
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sorry for the unstated mini hiatus thing i lost motivation for...most things haha
replies will go out tonight and tomorrow, if you'd like to stop our plot - let me know <3
Daehyun peered at Kitae for a moment, as if pondering. "Your voice," he mumbled, running his fingers through his freshly dyed red hair, "it's familiar. - but no, i'm not looking for Jinwoo. I'm here because a band member of mine has a friend or, like, a relative here? I think I was zoned out for most of the conversation - but I'm looking for her, and since I know that someone here knows her..." He realized he was rambling, fingers gently tugging on the mask that covered half of his face.
"Maybe Piper? She's the one that sings. Taeho keeps to himself and Eunji too." His voice is quieter, realizing he's been recognized. "And Piper's not here either, or rather, she's probably with her brother in his studio so your friend is probably there if they're visiting." Kitae shrugs. "And Parker will get mad if you interrupt. So best to keep the flames away, he's a tiny man with a lot of power behind his sarcasm."
daehyun shrugged, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket awkwardly. "Cinna's our guitarist ㅡ not much of a singer." he stated, looking at the wall behind kitae, attempting to fake eye contact.
after the worry for the guitarist seemed to fade a bit, dae's normal awkwardness seemed to multiply tenfold. his fingers drummed nervously against the soft fabric of his hoodie, "well, i'm sure this parker dude can deal with it ㅡ i'm only worried for cinna."
"If you're looking for Jinwoo, he's not here." Most everyone visiting Sky House is looking for the influencer house's CFO for one reason or another. "He's the one to talk to about money." // @muselinqs
Daehyun peered at Kitae for a moment, as if pondering. "Your voice," he mumbled, running his fingers through his freshly dyed red hair, "it's familiar. - but no, i'm not looking for Jinwoo. I'm here because a band member of mine has a friend or, like, a relative here? I think I was zoned out for most of the conversation - but I'm looking for her, and since I know that someone here knows her..." He realized he was rambling, fingers gently tugging on the mask that covered half of his face.
me: writing a really good and descriptive response
also me: ACCIDENTALLY DELETES THE WHOLE THING
welp time to cry
plot–some sort of horror plot where our muses find themselves stranded in a cabin in the woods during a heavy snowstorm. and something’s outside. bonus points if they hate each other. t*boo is very welcome! muse– riven; top, trans woman open to all genders
“no, because this is how horror movies start. i forbid you from opening that door.” if her tone didn’t reinforce her seriousness, her stance would. the woman planted herself between the other person and the front door, making sure to keep a healthy distance between herself and whatever was making those scratching noises.
"but horror movies are just that ㅡ movies. fiction. there's nothing to them! you can't forbid me from doing this, just shut the door after me!"
summer pouted a bit at the woman in front of her, eyes wide in delight at the prospect of a mystery. while others would call her reckless and careless, she'd consider herself curious. what was outside? she planned to find out.
Hey, who would you like for the starter?
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someone pls give me a reason to use vixyn <3 i will love n cherish you forever ( and give u a cookie 🍪 )
when charlie meets one of the original B.A.U members & they realize why his last name sounds familiar
Haven hadn't truly wanted someone in a long time, he'd kept himself too closed off for even sexual feelings to arise. He grinned at Benji slightly, "I will worry." He was quick to kiss back, his own eyes fluttering shut as he moved his other hand to wrap around Benji's waist, pulling him impossibly close.
BENJI'S ARMS both started to wrap around Haven's neck while their bodies pressed flush together. One of his hands came to rest on the back of Haven's head while their lips moved against each other passionately. His eyes remained close while he nibbled a bit on Haven's bottom lip before tracing his tongue over it softly. This felt too good. “Will you…allow me to kiss you again when I send them all home? Maybe in my…warm and cozy bed?”
haven let out a soft noise during the kiss, nodding slightly at the question. "that sounds nice," he mumbled, pressing another soft kiss to benji's lips. "now, either get dressed or go inside. no getting sick on my watch."
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Haven peered at Lucifer skeptically, unable to believe in any of the words he was saying. His eyes narrowed at the harsh statements coming from the alleged Guardian Angel, cheeks and ears flushed red out of anger.
“One, I’m not that fuckin’ bad, you’re just a dick,” he moved around the run-down home he lived in, stepping over a rotting floorboard and kicking wooden pieces of the roof out of his way. “Two, there’s no such thing as angels, and if there were such a thing as a God or a higher power, why the hell is this the life he gave to me?”
He had only known Haven a short time, but already the other was annoying to Lucifer. Perhaps he hadn’t regained his cheerful disposition after being King of Hell. But God wasn’t talking. He was fucking cackling like a madman about this decision; but he wasn’t talking.
“Damn.”
Lucifer stood and kicked the wall, and as he did, the house put itself to rights. Fresh paint, rot fading away to fresh wood, the house came back to life.
“God has infinite dimensions that they must protect at one time. An infinite number of inhabitants. Your problems probably seemed small to them until now. Besides, only future legends get guardians such as I.”
Lucifer looked down his nose at Haven.
“So, why are you going to be a legend?”
haven's eyes widened at the changes to the home, gently pressing his hands against the walls to see if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, somehow.
they weren't, though, and he gazed at Lucifer now in slight admiration, although still not liking him even slightly. "wow, how does your big head fit in this building?" he rolled his eyes ㅡ he was not, nor would he ever be, a legend.
"i'm just an average homeless man," ...with an eidetic memory and genius level iq, but he had no reason to mention this.
Haven's heart was racing - he hadn't let anyone this close in years, let anyone break down his walls. He hadn't even realized that with Benji's presence his walls had begun to fall. He moved his own hand to the other's hip, rubbing soft circles into the skin.
"But you'll get sick," he whispered, "I don't want you to get sick." He felt his breath hitch as he tightened his grip on Benji's hip, cheeks flushed bright red. "Kiss me,"
SOME PEOPLE would call him desperate, but Benji wanted this man so badly. Haven seemed to have a personality that matched his so well. Not to mention that he was more than just handsome. A pleasant shiver went through his entire body once the man's hand came to rest on his naked hip. This was exactly what he wanted to feel in the first place.
“Don't worry,” Benji whispered even though he knew Haven was right. But wouldn't it be good if he'd get sick? That would mean they'd have to stay at home and Haven as his bodyguard would have a good reason to remain close. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side and closed the distance between their faces. Benji's eyes closed just when his lips captured Haven's for a sweet and almost too innocent kiss.
Haven hadn't truly wanted someone in a long time, he'd kept himself too closed off for even sexual feelings to arise. He grinned at Benji slightly, "I will worry." He was quick to kiss back, his own eyes fluttering shut as he moved his other hand to wrap around Benji's waist, pulling him impossibly close.
Haven wasn't certain what he was supposed to do in this situation, at least job wise, he knew he shouldn't let this continue, but god did he want it to.
He thought for a moment about his first interaction with Benji, how awkward it had been due to his own attempt to stay professional during a very gay panic. He was brought out of his thoughts by Benji speaking, a soft smile forming on his lips.
"Maybe I'll bake something for you then," he paused, taking note of the fact ( once again ) that Benji was still naked. "You're going to get a cold," he grumbled.
"I would, uh, I would allow that...yeah. But only if we're inside where it's warm so you don't get sick..."
THERE WAS absolutely no way for Benji to step back again at this point. For the very first time, he was so close to Haven. For the first time, he could look into that handsome face which became even prettier when he smiled.
Of course, he froze like crazy at this point, but Benji couldn't step back. Not now, not when he was this close. Slowly, his hand moved from Haven's neck to cup the man's cheek. For a second, he looked over to the guests in the living room, but no one paid attention to them – as expected.
“They will pay attention to us if we go inside now,” Benji's voice was barely above a whisper. He leaned closer until his breath fanned over Haven's lips. “We'll go inside right after, I promise. Now, relax, handsome.”
Haven's heart was racing - he hadn't let anyone this close in years, let anyone break down his walls. He hadn't even realized that with Benji's presence his walls had begun to fall. He moved his own hand to the other's hip, rubbing soft circles into the skin.
"But you'll get sick," he whispered, "I don't want you to get sick." He felt his breath hitch as he tightened his grip on Benji's hip, cheeks flushed bright red. "Kiss me,"
closed starter for . . . @thekingswench
charlie sat in a coffee shop, bags under his eyes visible from across the street. he hadn't slept in a while ㅡ the case was taking everything out of him.
he peered up over the top of his laptop when the bells jingled once more, signaling a new arrival. a small, sad smile formed on his lips at the sight of his old friend.
"Charley!" He called out, moving to stand but stumbling a bit.
@muselinqs
Charley hadn't been expecting a phone call, certainly not from an old school friend, but he was glad to pop over to the coffee shop Charlie had suggested.
It had been some time since they'd spoken, after all, even longer since they'd seen one another face to face. Unfortunately, Charley was running a bit late, but he was around the agreed upon time when he strode through the door to the shop.
When he saw Charlie, though, his smile fell slightly. "Charlie, man, you look like you haven't slept for shit. Not how I expected to see you again." He caught the other man with a hand on his arm, worry creasing his brow. "What's going on?"
he knew he looked like absolute shit ㅡ but he had hoped that the fact that he wasn't taking very good care of himself hadn't shone through. it seemed, though, that it had.
"uh, yeah..." he mumbled, "I haven't slept...for a while, I think I've gotten thirty minutes in the past two days, but that's not what I asked you here for. I need your help with a case. I'd go to someone in the Bureau but...they'd think I was crazy. There's just...something I can't put my finger on with this case ㅡ something's not right." He was talking so fast and he stumbled over several words, but he had to figure this out.
This was his first solo case, his first chance to make it to the big leagues. If he couldn't solve this, he'd never rise.
"This case," he stated, "it reminds me of, like, the fuckin' Twilight series. Or just... delusionals who believe they're truly vampires? I don't know."
