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PrincxssTaco is a multimuse independent rp blog featuring four wonderful muses! Don’t be fooled by the funny name, there’s a range here from soft sparrow, to bubble gum fun, to will step on over your dead body to get ahead! 

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[princxsstaco]

tewwor​:

✧･ﾟ open | mutuals & non-mutuals | location: train wreck site ( post canon bullet t.rain ) | muse: tangerine ( dhampir ) ･ﾟ✧

It takes time for things to mend. Not just bones and sinew, but with nerves and tendons as well. A broken extremity was simply seen as an nuisance but took little time to heal. A blown out organ, on the other hand, took much longer — not to mention it hurt a hell lot more. Such as the cataclysmic damage accumulated post nicked neck. Mangled limbs, blown out innards, distended and/or missing proportions — yeah, he’s landed himself in the golden throne of royal agony.

The immense blood loss proved to be a race against time, but he managed to hang onto a thread of life. Just long enough so he could cram his horrendously grated body into some dark nook in all the rubble, at least. Ideally, he’d be alone when his vitality returned. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with the headache of explaining away a witness. That’s the last thought he had before a wave of darkness overtook him.

When all consciousness slipped away, Tangerine might as well have been proclaimed dead. And, technically, he was for a long moment.

All until dull eyes pry themselves open as his other senses groggily resurfaces. Clear vision or not, the distinct feeling of company sliced through like a heated blade.

“…”

“The fuck.. you lookin’ at?”

The devestation was like nothing before it. Ground shaking so hard that the first thought had been earthquake. Standing gripped with confusion, one plate white knuckled in a pale freckled hand and spud heavy sponge strangled in the other, stood a tiny auburn headed woman with hazel hues focused wide and hard through the window above the sink. Though several hundred yards away from the disaster, her window gave a perfectly framed view of the devastation as train car after train car jumped the rails into a sickening rendition of an accordion. Beyond it all, it was the flamed that exploded forth from one car that really stole the breath from her lungs as it the red orange light was first blinding, receding into a red orange glow that lit the entire inside of her kitchen. 

Dishes forgotten as her senses finally realized what was happening, she burst through from the back door off her kitchen, staring out at the utter chaos along the tracks that had so long ago faded into the background despite the daily shaking of her entire house only steps away from them. In fact, there was some luck to be had that the train had derailed when it had, for less than a football field further along and it’d have taken her little house.

Hours later, officials had pulled the crew from the wreckage and sped them off in ambulances, the rest had been cordoned off to wait for investigators, Charlie stood with her cardigan hugged closed around her, still drinking in the awe of what had occurred on her little tiny plot of land. It had been there, in the shifting of the light as dawn threatened it’s approach, that she’d noticed white amongst a pile of rubble. An hour after that she’d managed to haul him out onto a sheet though help from her arriving farm hand, young though the teenager was, had been needed to get him into the house and onto one of the overstuffed old sofas that rested on one wall of the tiny farm house. 

Looking over from where she sat peeling potatoes for dinner, a soft gasp of surprise and relief was the first response to his words, before gently bemused words followed as she stepped into where he could see her. 

“For a moment there I was sure you were a goner... so let’s just say I’m looking at a rather pleasant surprise.” 

[princxsstaco]

recoveriing​:

open to : f 25 - 40 TW ABORTION AND HEAVY MATURE THEMES AHEAD plot : your muse is pregnant and just told mine they were thinking of keeping it. 

   “what? no, that’s not even an option.” ‘tonio’s demeanor shifted to defensive very quickly. “i dont want you to keep it. “i mean im not saying you gotta abort the thing but the foster system is fucked enough as it is, dont ya think?”

“I would never let that happen...” Voice small, very nearly a whisper, the nails of one hand nervously picked at the cuticles of the other. “I’m... I always wanted to be a mom and I never thought I could and... maybe it gives me a reason to get away from my brothers.” Were she honest with herself she knew that before the pregnancy, she’d thought that there was hope for another reason, an escape,  white knight covered in tattoos. Her first.. and maybe naively she’d thought her only as well. “I’ll find a second job if I have to to support it, I-... I’ll do it alone if I have to. I could never give up something that’s made from us... you know... together.” 

[ncmentia]

listen i give all my characters daddy issues as a treat ✨

[princxsstaco]

She’d shown up far too early, though maybe for the first time that had happened where the others weren’t pushing her to pick up a shift. Word had gotten around to the staff that Charlie was actually going on a date! and all she’d gotten was words of advice and encouragement from the people she felt were far more family than her own blood. The moment she spotted him, though, most of her built up nerves melted away, face splitting in a smile and cheeks once more filling with a blush that refused to be withheld. “Thank you... I made this dress just for tonight.” Olive green, the simple dress held a distinctly vintage vibe, flaring out from a little at her waist, the boat neck and long sleeves making her feel both covered but elegant. A rarity for her. “You look so dashing, I’m going to feel so plain on that arm of yours.”

@ncmentia​

[princxsstaco]

Ugh okay I REALLY wanna try and reignite the muses, so if you’d like to start a new thread with one of my babies, like this or send me a DM to let me know which muse of mine and/or yours. Otherwise I’ll just wing it tbh lol. 

[insomniac-arrest]

nothing fills my heart with more violence than the sight of a naked wrapping paper roll

this is how Cain killed Abel

[chaos-goblin-time]

reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from on the head

[lavishbylaw]

[ ooc ]

💕 A friendly reminder that:

muse DOES NOT EQUAL mun

roleplaying is playing a role in fantasy, not in reality

writing is not only a creative outlet, but a form of therapy for some muns who are trying to process and explore things

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY:

just be kind to each other 💕

[princxsstaco]

ncmentia​:

@princxsstaco​​

he wasn’t nervous really , he was slightly fidgety . yes , that’s what frank would call it , if questioned . he was a little too excited at most . — fixing his bottom up shirt as he allowed his gaze to scan the empty booths of the dinner — he tried to talk himself up in his mind . it was fine , it was fine , really , and she seemed excited in the first place . they had nothing to lose , right ? — an easy smile spread throughout his feature when his gaze meet hers , “hey , ” the only real thing he had to offer . “ you , you look real nice . ”

She’d shown up far too early, though maybe for the first time that had happened where the others weren’t pushing her to pick up a shift. Word had gotten around to the staff that Charlie was actually going on a date! and all she’d gotten was words of advice and encouragement from the people she felt were far more family than her own blood. The moment she spotted him, though, most of her built up nerves melted away, face splitting in a smile and cheeks once more filling with a blush that refused to be withheld. “Thank you... I made this dress just for tonight.” Olive green, the simple dress held a distinctly vintage vibe, flaring out from a little at her waist, the boat neck and long sleeves making her feel both covered but elegant. A rarity for her. “You look so dashing, I’m going to feel so plain on that arm of yours.”

[princxsstaco]

skyler-bane​:

Sure, he wanted their wedding to be something special, just anything Penny had ever wanted he’d get that for her… But at the same time, he wanted their cat to stay out of all this and he almost sighed with relief when he noticed she wasn’t being serious. Skyler furrowed his brows, wondering if he could get something blue, borrowed, or old for Penny, but then she mentioned “Mrs. Bane” and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He wrapped his arms around her and mouthed “I love you, too”, not sure if he could ever show her how much he loved her. And then, being a predictable guy, he went back to the planning mode.

 In Skyler’s dictionary “borrowed” was the most problematic because its definition said something borrowed could as well be something stolen, and he could offer a lot of that. He knew Penny didn’t mind but, for once, he wanted to stay away from illegal stuff, just for that one day. And then he realized something. 

“Ok, I think I’ve got all three, in one,” he announced proudly, smiling at Penny. “Effy always leaves her stuff at my place and yesterday I found her tanzanite necklace on the tub’s brim.” He didn’t even say a word about how he hated seeing such items left in places like that, even though it annoyed him to the core. “Before Effy found it it was my grandmother’s necklace. Old, borrowed, blue.”

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The way he smiled at her speaking of her soon-to-be new moniker had Penny just all that more giddy inside, all but bouncing on her heels even as his arms wrapped around her in a hug so much more meaningful than any of the others before it. Despite the haste and the need for such a sudden eloping, there would be no lack of love in their marriage. 

Brows rising as his expression noted the switch in his ‘modes’, her own amused grin didn’t falter as she fell easily back into her bouncing step at his side. Pausing almost mid bounce, causing her to nearly lose her balance, but catching herself on him, curiousity all but poured from her expression. “Do you think she’d mind?! I saw it there and I thought it was so pretty.” Though she had far too much respect for Skyler’s sister to touch anything of hers without permission. “It would look so pretty with a nice white dress, oh... that would be so special!” 

Motions taking on a fluid sort of wispy motion, Penny all but sashayed at his side, only her grip around his arm keeping her from swaying all over the place, though the movements froze as something occurred to her that lit up her entire face with sudden amused excitement, leaning over to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Does that mean you’re gunna be wearing a suit?!” 

[princxsstaco]

“ncmentia​:

He is staring at her, as if he is waiting for the moment in which she will laugh it off, play it like a joke, call him silly and pour them some more coffee, but it never really comes. In fact, well, she seemed a lot more pleased than he thought she would be. And suddenly confidence is a lot more easy to find. “ Yeah, yeah, like a date. I mean not like a date. A date.” He chuckles. Then— “But, wait, no, hell no, this isn’t our first date, alright? I smell like cigarettes and long day of work, I wanna— I wanna look like a catch if we are to go out.” He laughs and suddenly he is running a hand through his hair far too aware of the fact the last time he checked how he looked was that very morning. “I can go pick you up, hm, tomorrow? You free tomorrow?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’re already a catch.” Face warm with the blush that permeated her cheeks, thoughts of the logistics of hiding a romance from her over bearing brothers wasn’t even crossing her mind. Heart all a flutter and stomach doing summersaults was firmly maintaining a hold on her attention. “Tomorrow would be wonderful, I actually have a day off. Such a happy coincidence." Pick you up. Finally the weight of the moment stuck her and though she floundered for a moment, the diner itself present the solution. “Why don’t you pick me up here at six? That way I can pick up my paycheck at the same time. Two birds and all of that.” 

[princxsstaco]

School starts on Thursday and I’m so emo bout it. How is my boy already in third grade?

[isabellaofparma]

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

[princxsstaco]

sarcasmpersonified181​:

Ethan really should have been gone by now, with every other dealer that his organization uses to distribute their product it’s a simple drop off. Hell, he doesn’t even go to the other dealers personally, usually it’s one of his lieutenants that handles that, not the boss himself. But then Briar wasn’t just any other dealer. She was their top earner and someone who had the business sense to use her legitimate establishment to sell her product through. Ethan had admired Briar ever since she’d first come to work for him, so she can persuade him to do things he otherwise might not do. Or at least not while he’s essentially on business. “More shots, more girls and more of you? Well what kind of a man would I be to say no to that?” He chuckled as he sat in one of the exclusive areas of the club. “That’s why you’re one of our top earners, Miss  Abergel. That pretty little mouth of yours could talk a dog off a meat wagon.”

If there was one thing that made drop off days ever better, it was the fact that she’d managed to get Ethan to be her personal delivery boy for the goods she sold so successfully. A handsome and powerful ally without all the fuss of the middlemen that usually tended to do little but cause delays and monkey wrenches. Cutting out the middlemen had a lot to do with the status and protection she held in Las Vegas, many of the most powerful men in her pocket through various means. Eden’s Garden was the city’s best kept secret and she liked it that way. A haunt for the suit wearing types, department heads and of course celebrities. The private entrance always far more busy than the front. “Oh and who is being a big ol’ flatterer, now? You always did know the way to a girl’s heart... or other parts.” Smirking over at him, his description of her talents bringing forth real laughter from her lips as she leaned forward to pick up a shot in either hand, one of which was held out to him as her best dancer stepped up into the small stage in the enter of their VIP booth table, swaying herself around it’s pole. “That’s a new one, I’ll have to remember that one. You know, Ethie... it’s our anniversary. Three years of very lucrative business together.”

[princxsstaco]

Open to: m/f/nb

“Okay so follow me on this okay… So when you put a minute on the microwave, 60 seconds is a minute… but you also but one, zero, zero, and that’s also a minute. So if you want two minutes you put two, zero zero, but sixty plus sixty is a hundred and twenty, so how can one minute be sixty seconds?”

[princxsstaco]

Open to: m/f/nb Location: Eden’s Garden Gentleman’s Club in Las Vegas

“Come on, the night is still young and the party has just started. I say more shots, and I’ll bring in more girls.” Big clients were always worth making her own appearance on the floor, big spenders spent big, after all, and there was a reason Briar herself had worked from dancer to owner in less than ten years. Now it was her turn to entertain off the stage, reaping the perks of entertaining the big leagues. “Your wish is my command.”

[princxsstaco]

Open to: m/f/nb

“So… What you’re telling me is that you want to break up because… why? I intimidate you? Or is it that new blond that moved in across the street from your place? Don’t think I didn’t see you looking…”