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open to anyone. muse: yuri park. bisexual. she/her. actress. plot: one liner just bc i want to write her! they can be dating (secretly)?/hooking up/friends and it's just a stupid picture of her.

“you can’t keep pictures of me like that on your phone — are you insane? what if you get hacked?”

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"If someone hacks my phone? Who the fuck do you think I am? Jack Bauer? Olivia Pope?" Gaia snorts at the thought. "Just say it's AI, babe. It's what I do when a weird photo of me starts floating around."

#{&. Gaia:Chat}#{&. Gaia:yuri}

mad3lyncline

𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .

#{&. theresa blue}

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Martin Sensmeier as Sam in ‘1883′

#{&. Byron Reed}

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Model: Sara Malakul Lane

#{&. alternate; claudia littlestone}

louisbxne

NICOLE BEHARIE as ABBIE MILLS

Sleepy Hollow 2.03 | Root of All Evil

#{&. alternate; Claudia Littlestone}

ohmypaperweights

( david corenswet - 400 x 640 )

@paperweights pour adito

#{&. Sheldon Arduini}

fauxpunks

open to: all!

notes: hughie is a vampire, but also a kindergarten teacher. he could be someone your muse knows or a complete stranger. the person he killed was probably doing something straight up evil, but we don't have to get into it if you don't want!

"oh, gosh… you knew him, huh?" hughie was sympathetic, absolutely! he knew how difficult it was to see someone hunched over another body, sucking them dry until they were a rigid, dried out corpse. but, honestly, what did that man think would happen? "look, i don't normally do this… it's far too egregious for my liking. buuuut… i hate bullies. and he was a bully. and i was hungry…" pouting out his bottom lip, he gave off a shrug. "are you mad at me?"

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"I..." Claudia's mouth opened and closed as if the motion itself with summon words to her lips. That was Greg! she wanted to cry out. The creepy guy that manages the Tires Plus on the corner of 3rd and 2nd! Well...managed, she supposed. And this man --thing?...monster?-- was supposed to be the twins' kindergarten teacher. Franklin had always thought a man teaching five year-olds was weird and Claudia had always waved it off as another one of his misogynistic rants. But this?

Are you mad at me?

She giggled at that. "Mad?" The absurdity of that question --coupled with the almost childish lip poke --knocked Claudia out of her stupor. "Am I mad at you?!" Instead of answering, she did the first thing that popped into her mind. Turning sharply on the heels of her brand new crispy white New Balance tennis shoes, she took off running in the opposite direction.

#terrorbitch #{&. Claudia:chat}#{&. Claudia: Hughie}

mlleclaudine

from Wunmi Mosaku's Instagram

#{&. wanted opposites}#{&. wanted opposite}

munofmanyminds

A CLOSED starter for @mversefunhouse ft. ALLISON COHEN

"Morning, sleepy head." Alli's lips curled into a smile the moment she spotted him exit the bedroom. Pretty brown orbs blinked up at him as she leaned across the kitchen counter. She wore nothing but her thong and the t-shirt he'd peeled off his own torso the night before. Her head tilted, smile pulling a little wider. "I made coffee."

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Zane stopped mid yawn, shocked motionless for a moment at the sight of the petite brunette standing in his kitchen and wearing his shirt as if she owned it and not him. “I thought I smelled something,” he finally said after picking his jaw off the floor --she was so fucking beautiful, it was almost unreal. "No breakfast?" He smiled, so that she knew he was joking.

#{&. Zane:chat}#{&. Zane: Allison}#munofmanyminds

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This time, Sewyn's eyes did roll. They rolled so hard, it was a wonder they didn't get stuck up there. She didn't say anything though. Sure, Sewyn knew lots of guys would be willing to come to Naya's rescue - her sister was the social butterfly, beloved by all or whatever - but it would arguably be worse to have to sit in a car with some testosterone fuelled idiot just looking to get with her sister. At least Lucas had a functioning brain. If forced, she could admit to that much.

When Lucas cut in front of her to open the passenger side door for her, she stared at him with something between surprise and annoyance for a moment. Then she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes briefly before she exhaled and moved into the car, a little proud of herself for her restraint. "Still better than nothing," was all the said then, clicking the seat belt into place before turning to stare stoically out the windshield. The way she clutched the phone in her hand represented an uncharacterised crack in her icy surface though.

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“True” Lucas pressed his lips into a thin line and closed the door firmly behind her. No smart retort this time, because she spoke nothing but the truth. Somewhere to start was better than nowhere. He’d found his sister before with less —all things in her favor, Sewyn might only have to spend a few hours with Lukas rather than the whole night.

Once inside, the smell of leather seats and spearmint (curtesy of the bright green cardboard cutout of a tree dangling from his rearview mirror) assaulted his nostrils. Lukas had never been the biggest fan of the smell of new cars —he’d had the thing for a little over two months now, but it didn’t seem to be fading any time soon.

“Where to, Alexa?” He asked, at the same time he started the engine and started to back out of his spot. “Hope you’re not one of those that shouts directions at the last minute.”

#{&. Lukas:chat}#{&. Lukas: Sewyn}#munofmanyminds

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How it feels working a 9 to 5 and having too many WIPs of varying forms and genres alongside unrealistic expectations for myself as a writer yayyy xox

munofmanyminds

An OPEN starter ft. AYDAN DEMIR | open to F | inspired by THIS TW: Dub-con ( non-con, depending on dynamic ), abuse, degradation

The doors creaked behind him, heavy wooden slabs swinging on weary iron hinges, long overdue for maintenance. Clearly, they hadn't been shut in years - symbols of a kingdom that once prided itself on openness and strength. Now they slammed shut with finality, flanked by an armed man on either side - ensuring they stayed that way. The sound echoed, sealing the princess inside with the last shreds of her court, ringed by a hand-picked selection of Aydan's most elite warriors. Each one bloodstained and armed to the teeth, chosen not just for their skill, but for their cruelty.

She knelt in the centre of the large throne room, bound and gagged, and Aydan moved with deliberate weight around her, each heavy step of large, muddy boots on polished stone like a declaration of ownership. When he stopped in front of her, he crouched down with almost predatory ease, the scent of blood - thick and metallic - wafting off of him. One hand, still coated and sticky with the evidence of battle ( the blood of her slaughtered family ), rose to catch her chin in a firm grip, jerking her gaze to his. He studied her in silence for a moment, the grime and blood of conquest painting the hard lines of his features.

She was still dressed - if you could call it that. Her once pristine gown, likely worth a king's ransom, now hung in tatters of lace and silk, clinging in ruin to her frame - desperately trying to preserve what remained of her modesty. His men had not been gentle - that much was obvious. Aydan hooked a finger beneath the gag at her mouth and tugged it loose, letting the damp fabric fall limp and useless against her throat. Then he smiled, lips curling slowly into a smug expression of amusement, his head tilting slightly.

"Nice to finally meet you, princess."

A mockery of the title, really, words coated in irony, now that her world lay shattered at his feet. Whatever it had once meant to her, the title held no power here. Not anymore.

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Gaia could still feel their fingers on her skin —greedy, clumsy things, always groping, bruising, tearing --like the ghosts of crawling insects she couldn't rid herself of. Just be done with it, her cold, blue eyes screamed at them every time they touched her. Do your brutish deed and leave me to lick my wounds in peace. It was all but an inevitability at this point —the anticipation of it a heavy, sickening weight that’d lodged itself deep in her gut.

They'll defile me the same way they've defiled my home, she thought bitterly.

The inevitability --premonition, truly- repeated in her mind like some sick mantra while she waited for it on her knees. Her hands bound tight at the wrists behind her back; a twist of dirty, blood stained cloth wedged between her full lips, dampened now by saliva and tears.

The sound of the throne room doors shutting sent her heart to her throat. Even so, Gaia sat up as straight as her bounds allowed; she was a Fosini afterall. A princess --the princess. That still meant something --had to-- or else she would've been slaughtered along with the rest of her family.

That vain belief in her own importance was all that kept her upright at the sound of approaching footsteps, each one landing in time with her beating heart -a heavy thud. Thud. Thud. Warm, slick fingers attached themselves to her jaw, forcing her head in his direction. She met his gaze with a glare --arrogance, for the moment, winning over fear.

There was a tugging sensation at the back of her head and then the gag loosened and fell from her lips. Gaia almost wept in relief --It was all she could do not to stretch her aching jaw. Instead, she said "Charmed, I'm sure." Her voice sounded a lot calmer, more regal, than she felt. She continued, "Custom would dictate you introduce yourself, but I suppose we're beyond all of that now."

#munofmanyminds #be kind. i'm rusty #{&. Gaia:chat}#{&. Gaia: Aydan}