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[outerzone]

who are you really? ------------------------- cage | 29 | he/him. please be 21+ to follow and interact. this is a multi-muse roleplay blog that will have mature content. ------------------------- GUIDELINES. MUSES. OPENS. WANTED.

[scftlightz]

mav's  body  language  stood  firm  and  attentive,  spine  straight  and  chin  had  been  angled  up  in  the  sense  of  pride.  though,  his  partner  didn't  reflect  that.  hues  of  fresh  coffee  grounds  rolled  over  rowan's  frame  for  a  read  on  how  he's  feeling.  Its  hold  was  light  with  care  but  a  flicker  of  wild  enthusiasm  went  across,  "  if  it  helps  you  get  that  stick  out  your  ass  —  i'll  get  you  two.  "  the  wealthy  homme  rocked  on  the  ball  of  foot  to  help launch  his  elbow to nudge  rowan’s.  “  before  i  go  get  that,  let  me  be  perform  my  duties  as  a  proper  gambler,  and  give  my l͟u͟c͟k͟y͟ c͟h͟a͟r͟m͟  their  half.  “  the  hand  that  was  occupied  with  said  loot  had  been  thoughtfully  tucked  in  a  neat  fold  for  the  driver.  unlike  the  energy  he  received  before,  maverick  held  it  for  him  to  take  with  a  lopsided  grin.  “  you’re  fuckin'  beast.  “  admiration  was  thick, but  he  cleared  his  throat,  “  find  a  spot  —  where  ever  you  want.  i’ll  meet  you?  “ 

[outerzone]

⠀⠀⠀as  rowen  watched  him,  it  was  times  like  these  when  he  was  struck  with  the  question  of  why  maverick  didn't  join  one  of  the  other  crews.  literal  groups  of  people  partying  or  even  just  sharing  enthusiasm,  but  he  stayed  back  for  him.  what  a  weirdo.  he  took  in  a  sharp  breath  at  the  nudge ⠀⠀ hiding  it  with  a  lingering  sigh.  he  was  about  to  ask  what  he  was  going  on  about  when  he  saw  the  wad  of  cash,  and  silence  followed.  he  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  someone  offered  him  something  like  that  -  if  ever.  he  knew  it  wasn't  help.  maverick  was  probably  just  trying  to  be  nice,  but  it  went  so  far  against  who  he  was  as  a  person,  it  was  impossible  to  accept.  he  didn't  even  register  the  bar  question.  ❝  next  time  you  offer  me  money,  i'm  running  over  you  with  my  car,  ❞  he  huffed  before  promptly  shoving  maverick  back  harder  with  his  own  elbow,  the  first  time  he'd  ever  reciprocated  that.

[ivygrcws]

“everyone could see it, rory. a woman doesn’t put their hands all over a man like that unless she wants you.” hart has his arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. he mumbles a soft, “and i can’t blame her.” he knows freezing rory out was immature, but he’d been heartbroken. he has no right to be upset : rory is his own human and they had never labeled their trysts. hart’s in love with his best friend - - and it terrifies him. what if rory sees what hart’s father sees? a broken man undeserving of affection. but rory is good, rory is kind, and rory has the prettiest lips. features soften, hope burns like a flame in blue eyes. “wait, you two didn’t…” hart doesn’t even want to say it. then, all of rory’s words wash over him like a wave. hart feels his heart pitter patter helplessly in his chest, head dizzy at the confession. rory hasn’t even thought about it. neither has hart, rory is the only one for him. brow raises, a slow smirk pulling on his lips as he steps closer into rory’s orbit and places a finger under his chin, tipping it up. as he looks into beautiful chocolate hues, hart runs a tongue over his lower lip. “no one what, rory? i didn’t quite hear you.”

[outerzone]

guilt washed over him at his best friend's tone. in hindsight, it was very obvious what was happening, but he wasn't the best at picking up hints. the only reason he went to any parties was because of hart, and it definitely wasn't to f l i r t with people. hart was his first for a lot of things, and even when rory had made very few attempts to get physical in the past, it never felt right. making out with other people was boring now. ❝ no, she wanted to see my uh - sylveon vmax. you know, pokemon, ❞ he muttered, feeling like a total idiot. he should've explained the whole situation earlier, but when he saw the man smirk, all his swirling thoughts paused to realize the mistake he just made. his eyes widened as the other tilted his head up, and heat rushed to his face. ❝ this is bullying, you know.❞ he grumbled light-heartedly as he was made to stare up at his best friend. ❝ . . . no one makes me cum like you do, ❞ he repeated while his heart beated out of his chest, since it was easier than confessing what he really wanted to say. no one makes me feel the way you do.

[ungratcful]

with her ex having kicked her and their daughter out before leaving them high and dry, mya didn't really have anywhere else to go. out of options, she headed to her ex's place and sighed as she and her daughter stood on lia's doorstep. ringing the bell, she'd heard some movement before the door opened, and mya sucked in a breath as she saw her ex's face for the first time since they were teenagers. "hey, uh.... thank you," she usher her daughter, imani, inside then stepped in last, almost sort of dragging her feet as she stepped inside and shut the door. "i don't wanna burden you or anything, but.... we didn't have anywhere else to go," she sighed. "this is-- this is my daughter, imani." she stated, gesturing to the six year old girl currently clutching the hem of her shirt as she hid behind her mother.

[outerzone]

⠀⠀⠀lia couldn't deny that mya's time in her life had created some of her fondest memories, but the world kept spinning. she wouldn't normally dwell in the past, but some of her now published books had been inspired by what they had. as her eyes flickered over the two of them, she wished it was under better circumstances. ❝ not a burden at all. ❞ her lips quirked up a little at mya, but then she smiled wider at imani. she waved before turning to go over to her mantle to pull off a white teddy bear and handed it to the young girl. ❝ welcome present! ❞ she didn't want to put too much pressure on the young girl, so her attention turned back on mya. ❝ c'mon. you guys can sit on the couch. do you want some water or . . . juice? ❞ she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow.

[outerzone]

closed. based on x | @ivygrcws

⠀⠀ ⠀❝ i'm really sorry if it hurt you, but i swear i didn't know she was flirting with me at that party. ❞ he didn't mean to cause friction, but it was a complete misunderstanding. he'd brought some girl back to his bedroom to show her his pokemon collection, and the next thing he knew, his best friend was giving him the cold shoulder. he hesitated, conflict written all over his expression. ❝ i don't bring people back for that. i...i haven't even thought about it. no one makes me-❞ he swallowed hard, quickly turning his gaze to the floor. ❝ no one makes me cum like you do.❞

[outerzone]

closed. @ungratcful | muse: lia chen. 26. she/her. romance author.

⠀⠀ ⠀all she could do was stare in shock. when she'd opened the door the same time the sun was starting to set, she didn't expect to see them. and certainly not the child the child alongside. her lips parted, but her brain was still so frazzled, she didn't even know where to start. there were too many questions, but there was an order of priority. she stepped back a little, gripping her door tightly. she couldn't leave them outside, even if she was still processing. ❝ uh ⠀⠀ come in. ❞

[dxmnedderelict]

give me a one night stand pairing that wakes up completely snowed in which means they have to get to know each other and spend days, a week(?) together. 🙃🙃

[scftlightz]

he  could  feel  the  band  of  rubber  being  pulled  to  fill  tension,  the  crowd  devoured  the  skills  behind  the  wheel  but  understood  the  boundary  by  the  driver  —  mav  was  impressed.  a  common  factor  that  reoccurred  when  he  interacted  with  rowan,  a  faint  knot  here  and  a  warm  apples  of  the  cheeks  there.  not  at  all  suspicious.  limbs  were  extended  and  his  palm  faced  the  sky,  he  expected  his  winnings  p͟a͟i͟d͟ i͟n͟ f͟u͟l͟l͟.  after  receiving  his  payment, maverick  spun  on  the  heel  of his sneakers then  shoved  his half of the  earnings  down  the  pockets  of  his baggy  jeans.  looking up ahead of him to approach  the  victorious homme  halfway,  “  yeah,  it  was,  actually  —  mr.  nonchalant.  “  his  brow  jerked  at  the  nickname  and  had  a  different  rhythm  to  emphasize  it.  “  oh  c’mon,  don’t  act  like  you  don’t  want  to  celebrate.  there’s  gotta  be  something  you  want  to  spend  your  cut  on.  “ 

[outerzone]

rowen  felt  something in  his  body clench at  seeing  maverick, his eyes immediately doing a quick once over,  and  he scrambled to find a way to justify it. he  tried  to  convince  himself  it  wouldn't  have mattered  if  he  was  there  or  not.  he  didn't  n e e d  people  on  his  team,  but . . . he'd  still  looked  for  him.  mentally,  he  groaned,  and  externally —— he  squinted  at  the  nickname.  he  turned  his  head  away  to  stare  down  the  path  full  of  people  yelling  and  hugging,  and  his  breathing  suddenly  felt  the  slightest  bit  tighter.  his  fists  reflexively  clenched  in  his  pockets,  nails  resisting  the  urge  to  dig  in. ❝  we  could  grab  a  beer,  ❞  he  finally  responded,  gaze snapping  back  to  him.

[outerzone]

closed. @scftlightz

⠀⠀⠀ rowen  shut  his  car  door  without  much  fanfare  as  people  around  him  celebrated ⠀⠀⠀ none  of  it  for  him.  after  years  in  circuit,  people  knew  not  to  bother  him  with  the  rowdy  cheers  or  running  up  on  him.  he  didn't  have  any  friends  here.  even  winning,  he  was  a  nobody,  and  he  liked  it  that  way.  yet,  he  found  himself  walking  over  to  the  one  person  he  expected would  be  waiting.  it was like an annoying instinct. ❝  was  tonight  entertaining  enough  for  you?  ❞  he  asked  in  an  uninterested  tone,  hands  shoved  in  his  pockets.

[serot0nias]

bennett   laughs   softly,   the   sound   not   unkind   from   where   he's   laying   underneath   the   truck.    “hey,   i   ain't   judgin'.   some   sayin'   about   old   dogs   and   new   tricks,   n'all   that,”   he   says,   before   he's   sliding   out   from   underneath   it,   knees   tucked   up   as   he   looks   up   at   teo.    “i   got   a   ‘72   c10   at   home   that   i   been   workin’   on   with   gage   for   a   while   now.   gets   easier   the   more   you   work   on   it,   but   i   also   ain't   gonna   say   no   to   seein'   your   face.”   it's   fond   —   fonder   than   he   intends,   and   his   cheeks   go   a   little   ruddy   before   he   coughs   as   if   to   disguise   it.   the   shop   is   empty   —   bennett's   own   doing,   having   sent   home   the   guys   around   closing   time,   told   teo   he   could   bring   the   truck   on   by   when   he   had   the   time.   the   time   was   now,   apparently.   he   looks   up   at   him   from   the   ground,   before   he   sits   up   slightly,   a   smile   threatening   to   pull   at   the   corner   of   his   mouth.    “aw,   c'mon.   don't   want   me   to   teach   you   some   new   stuff?”

[outerzone]

⠀⠀⠀teo's  gaze  kept  drifting  down  to  the  man,  which  is  why  he  pretended  to  be  interested  in  the  shop  more  than  he  was.  not  that  it  wasn't  a  nice  place,  but  he'd  seen  it  before.  ❝  a  c10,  huh?  i'd  love  to  take a look.  ❞  he  realized  he  was  unintentionally  inviting  himself  over  to  bennett's  place  and  quickly  cleared  his  throat,  crossed  arms  moving  to  shove  his  hands  in  his  pockets.  what  was  a  normal  hand  placement  again?  he  had  no  clue.  unfortunately,  the  beginnings  of  his  overthinking  were  not  helped  by  the  question.  he  opened  his  mouth,  and  nothing  popped  up  in  his  head  to  say.  silence  -  before  inevitably  he  scrambled for anything.  ❝  well,  i'm  sure  you're  busy  with  the  place.  wouldn't  want  to  take  up  too  much  of  your  time.  ❞ the phrase 'new stuff' echoed in his mind, and he couldn't quite meet bennett's stare.

[scftlightz]

   guilt  had  settled  when  her  friend’s  expression  morphed  into  a  heartbreaking  shift.  the  reaction  was  beyond  justified  and  evidently  valid.  “  the  entire  thing  is  fucked,  it’s  no  one’s  fault  and  it’s  not  like  it  was  a  normal  tuesday  for  us.  you’re  not  a  freak.  .  .  “  with  every  blink  of  her  lids  she  experienced  flashes  of  a  frame  resting  across  glass  with  a  front  row  view.  every  inhale  had  the  lingering  scent  of  burned  elastomer  that  left  pungent  tendrils.  so  her  daily  breathing  had  been  shortened.  ceren  believed  she  had  to  be  the  stable  one,  to  be  the  smooth  marble  for  s͟u͟p͟p͟o͟r͟t͟,  but  cracks  had  developed.  the  femme  pushed  herself  from  her  seat  to  scoot  across  the  surface  to  be  in  closer  proximity.  there  was  hesitation  but  she  tucked  it,  an  arm  was  extended  to  wrap  a  comforting  side  embrace.  a  slight  squeeze  of  reassurance  and  her  head  on  his  shoulder,  “  rory,  have  you  eaten?  c’mon,  let  me  get  you  something.  .  .  “  tone  carried  with  gentle  care,  apologetic  but  raw  as  she  loathed  the  entire  ordeal.

[outerzone]

⠀⠀⠀no  one's  fault.  the  words  echoed  in  his  head.  all  it  was  was  an  unfortunate  accident  that  could've  happened  to  anyone ⠀⠀⠀ any  friend  group.  but  there  was  no  doubt  guilt  had  already  infested  in  his  veins,  driving  his  existence  with  every  step.  even  accidents  had  consequences,  and  they  got  out  of  theirs.  trying  to  stop  the  spiraling  thoughts,  he  leaned  against  her  at  the  contact.  it  felt  more  awkward  than  it  used  to  be,  but  his  mind  was  too  scrambled  and  desperate  to  care.  he  hugged  her  back,  slowly  resting  his  head  on  top  of  hers.  it  felt  reminiscent  to  old  times  in  their  backyard,  but  it  was  off  in  a  way  that  couldn't  be  pieced  back  together.  he  scrunched  his  eyes  and  shook  his  head  to  try  to  find  clarity.  ❝  uh,  no.  i  haven't.  you're  right.  that  would  probably  help.  ❞

[outerzone]

closed. based on x | @kingslaeyer

⠀⠀⠀teo  was  resting  back  against  a  wall  in  the  auto  shop  as  he  watched  the  other,  arms  crossed  loosely  over  his  chest.  ❝  i  know,  i  know.  she's  so  old  by  now,  but  she's  gotten  me  through  a  lot.  feels  wrong  to  give  up  on  her  now,  ❞  he  said,  referring  to  his  truck.  a  gray  gmt800  -  old  reliable.  he  gave  the  other  a  warm  smile,  eyes  trailing  over  the  shop.  the  look  in  his  eyes  dimmed  slightly  as  some  unexpected  memories  flitting  through  his  mind.  ❝  i  should  really  have a better understanding of  cars.  i  mean,  i  got  the  basics  -  enough  to  get  by,  but . . . . well,  i've  taught  myself  plenty.  i'm  sure  i  can  figure  it  out.  i'll  still  leave  the  tough  stuff  to  you  though.  ❞ bennett was a familiar face, and he found it easier to hold a conversation in his presence, especially when he always felt rusty.

[pinkliqht]

open starter: any muse & luka albrecht.

"you're  distracting  me,  you  know.  "  he  comments,  glancing  towards  the  other  from  the  corner  of  his  eyes.  hoped  it  would  come  off  a  slightly  more  scathing  than  it  did,  with  the  small  smirk  that  played  on  his  lips.

[outerzone]

⠀⠀⠀❝  i'm  just  standing  over  here  -  innocently,  ❞  he  grinned  in  response,  taking  a  few  steps  closer  before  casually  crossing  his  arms.  ❝  i  could  stand  behind  you.  that  way  you  wouldn't  be  able  to  see  me.  not  creepy  at  all  either.  ❞

[ofdamnation]

⠀⠀ ⠀there's clear amusement in michin's gaze at his choice of weapon, brain ticking over - time at the possibilities.  ❝  interesting.  ❞  femme states bluntly, pen beginning to jot some things down though they're not of any importance — just makes her look the part.  ❝  i have to say that's a little disappointing to hear,  ❞ the psychiatrist shrugs, nylon - clad leg crossing over the other as she sits back in her seat. ❝  aside from the fact that i've done nothing wrong, still such a violent way to die — messy too. did you not think of the clean up? would someone else normally do the dirty work for you, roman?  ❞

[outerzone]

⠀⠀ ⠀his  lips  quirk  up  slightly ⠀⠀ ⠀ the  idea  that  she  was  disappointed  and  not  concerned  being  funny  to  him.  she  was  an  odd  one.  it  reminded  him  of  the day  the  higher  ups  told  him  it  was  mandatory  therapy.  he'd  resisted  hard  in  the  beginning,  and  now  he  was  entertaining  these  little  meetings.  ❝  you  asked,  and  i  disagree.  i  don't  think  a  bullet  to  the  head  is  a  messy  way  to  go  compared  to  alternatives.  ❞  his  eyes  flickered  down  to  his  nails  before  meeting  hers  again.  he  thought  a  lot  more  about  killing  lately.  it  was  one  of  the  easiest  subjects  for  him  to  talk  about.  ❝  your  job  is  to  analyze  me,  isn't  it?  doctor,  do  you  think  i  would  get  other  people  to  do  my  work  for  me?  ❞

[outerzone]

just realized a majority of my threads are m/f, so please like this for some queer stuff. i might come to you and plot. ALSO, yes this absolutely includes nonbinary and gender non-conforming muses with fem fcs. all nonbinary muses are welcome here.

[reid-sam]

HANNIBAL (2013-2015)

3.06 - Dolce

[byufo]

@outerzone

“I  got  you  some  coffee,”  Jason  begins  as  he  enters  the  room,  balancing  two  cups  in  one  hand,  the  other  clasping  a  stack  of  files  to  his  chest.  “I  wasn’t  sure  what  you  take  in  yours,  so  it’s  just  plain,  but  you  can  add-“  And,  to  no  one’s  surprise,  the  infamously  clumsy  detective  Park  trips  and  the  coffees  hit  the  floor  along  with  important  papers  that  fly  in  all  directions.  “Dah…”

[outerzone]

roman's  eyes  flickered  to  jason,  observing  with  an  impassive  expression  from  his  desk.  when  the  other  detective  proceeded  to  spill  everything  in  record  time,  roman  barely  blinked.  anyone  observing  might  think  roman  was  pissed,  but  after  a  second  passed,  he  kneeled  down  and  began  picking  up  papers.  ❝ . . . i'll  get  the  coffee  next  time,  ❞  he  sighed,  a  mix  of  exasperation  and  the  slightest  hint  of  amusement. no day was quite the same with jason.