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i found a martyr. he told me that i'd  never; with his educated  eyes   and  his head between my thighs.

[eleanorcaldit]

[supermans]

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given that i’m plotting out serious plots/threads/ships, i am going to finally do a rp thread tracker wow.

[harryisart]

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dear ASTRID, @ofdemures — photography and art was alessandro’s escape. despite the world he now knows as family business, he needed to escape from it sometimes. he needed to get away from it for a while and relax. so, that’s where art came into play. he would draw strangers on the bus, take pictures of scenery from afar; he found beauty in every aspect of the world, despite how awful it truly was beneath the surface. so, it’s not shocking that he’s so desperately searching for his next muse for a set of artwork. he loved to do series based on something or someone. 

as his eyes fell onto astrid, for what seemed like the thousandth time he’s looked at her, he’s finally getting the nerve to ask what he wanted. “will you be my model?”, he blurted out as she approached him; immediately trying to bite back the blush from appearing onto his cheeks. “you would be an incredible model and i wanted to take a series set. i was thinking in the fields not far from here.”, he explained as his eyes were up on her.

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ofdemures.

          she follows him, eyes flickering over the home as she walked through it. when she’d gotten the request, she knew the amount was a lot more than she’d been used to; but river hadn’t expected his home to look like this. “ i’m glad you enjoy the shows so much…” river spoke, licking over her lower lip before they enter the bedroom. chocolate hues flicker over him once he seats himself on the edge of the bed, a slight blush forming on her cheeks as she gazes at him. she’s never found herself in this situation before, so she’s not entirely sure how to act but she does as she’s told. dainty fingers come up to untie the belt on her coat, unbuttoning it before she drops it to the floor; leaving her in her underwear and heels. “ better ?? ”

          wadi was a bit too experienced with this kind of thing, but it made this increasingly less awkward since he was. the silence didn’t bother him, his eyes focused on her fingers moving up toward the belt. as she’s undoing the buckle from the jacket, he watched as the material fell onto the ground and revealed what little she had on underneath the material. a smirk moved onto his features before his tongue swiped across his lips. “much better.”, he decided before he reached his hand out toward the female, parting his legs so that she could walk up between his legs as he was seated at the edge of the mattress. 

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ofdemures.

         he watches the blonde carefully, taking a small breath as she steps toward him. he tilts his head a little, licking over his lower lip as he watches the way she bites on her straw. his heart seems to pick up pace when snežana steps closer to him, and he almost chokes on his own breath at the words that are whispered into his ear. brody takes a small step back, eyes flickering over the blonde’s face. “ i can do that. ” he sets his hand in the other’s, fingers lacing between the others as they make their way toward the dance floor. he can feel eyes on his back as he walks with her, but he ignores it.

          snežana was far too amused with the male’s reaction; despite the way that he tried to not be obvious with it. it was still far too tempting and amusing. as he grabbed onto her hand, she’s allowing him to lead them toward the crowd. tons of people were dancing; after all, almost every was some degree of drunk at this point. once they settled into an area, snežana smirked as she spun around so her backside was pressed against the front of his body. the blonde moved his hand down onto her hip before letting go of it as she began to rock her body to the beat back against him. 

[harryisart]

[dailyswiftgifs]

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i decided that i didn’t really want this account to have short/scene threads. i really want this account to just be dedicated to developed plots/ships. 

like this if i can message you to plot something and you’re down for multi-paragraph replies.

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unforgettablc.

––––––HEARING ABOUT HER week has his heart breaking with each word. “why didn’t you call me ???” he knew exactly why but he needed to hear her say it. he needed to know why she continued to hurt herself and not asking for help. each time she had come back to him in this situation, it had been nothing but a cry for help. nothing but a way to get the help she needed without going to someone who would shame her for it. he just wish she had come to him sooner. “please stop apologizing.” he whispered, wanting nothing more than to protect her from her own thoughts. it broke him that she was doing this to herself and couldn’t find a way out of it. he watching her, though he was trying not to be obvious. after all, he wanted to see if she drank the water, if she was as bad as he thought she was. seeing her almost hesitate from drinking it made his heart drop, trying not to think about it too much. “i promise you that you won’t.” it’s not a promise he’s in a position to make but he was going to do it anyway. he was going to do everything in his power to keep her breathing. he just needed to make sure he could find a way for her to thrive not just survive. “i’m not going to leave, baby girl. i’m going to be right here. i promise.” he always was anyway. it was a matter of if she wanted to come to him for the help she needed and stick around. “that’s how i feel.” he breathed, watching her drink the glass of water. he’s almost relieved. “it hurts me to think you think you don’t deserve this happiness. that you aren’t comfortable in who you are.” he can’t help but want to hold her, want to make sure she felt safe, even if it was from her own head.

the female looked down at the ground before shrugging her shoulders. “i should have called you.”, she admitted. she felt bad for not calling him, but she knew he would drop anything he was doing to show up. that’s the last thing she wanted from ryder. she tried to smile at his words; his promise that this wouldn’t be what ultimately ended her. however, each day passed and she worried which day would finally be the breaking point. her eyes shifted downward momentarily as she tried to sip a bit more at the water. it was astonishing how it felt to have water after so long. her throat was practically on fire; though she had gotten used to the burn. waterfall; that’s what it felt like down her throat. when he’s promising that he won’t leave, she know that she has it too good. “i don’t deserve you.”, her voice low, but she meant it. that was the hardest part about ryder; she couldn’t accept that she deserved him. she felt like he could do so much better and she hated constantly bringing him down with her. “i-”, but then his arms are wrapping around her petite frame and pulling her in. she hid her face against his chest as she gripped onto his shirt. “i don’t know if i’ll ever be okay, ryder. i don’t want to burden you with myself.”, she admitted before slowly looking up; her cheeks stained with tears already. “you deserve someone who’s happy and can make you feel better. not someone who’s just ... falling apart.”

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dysfucktions.

“Pad Thai and Beef & Broccoli.”  He offered the answer before realizing that the question was only tossed his way because the other had every intention of embracing the opportunity to variety. There was a laugh though at the insistence that his choices were the only worthwhile ones, shaking head which only brushed dark hair further into his face. “Lo mein is okay, figures you would pick the most basic of favourites.” Accent and emphasis placed on certain words as nothing more than a shameless tease directed toward the other, inviting his laughter before eyes were rolling, an attempt as dismissing the so called boring activities. “Oh yes, this is the highlight of my life, I can’t wait to spend my nights on your couch.”  

Leaning back dramatically on the furniture, taking another hit before he was passing the blunt back to Nikolai. “You’re welcome to make me.”  A scrunched up face offered in his direction before reaching out for his own take out boxes and a pair of chopsticks. “And you know I need to see that.” Demand made, eyeing the other to gauge reaction before scooping up a bit of noodles mixed with vegetables, holding it out. “Come and get it, you spoiled brat.”

          he cocked his head tot he side before scrunching his nose. “beef & broccoli sounds good. i’m not too sure about that pad thai business. i was told it’s the consistency of cat food; i’m a human.” he listened to the other before he rolled his eyes. “lo mein is fucking good, you brat!”, he huffed. he hummed as the other momentarily would pretend that he didn’t love going to nikolai’s place. “you say that like it’s a joke, but we both know the truth is that you love being here.”, he mused before he’s taking the blunt back. he hummed as he began to take slow drags from the rolled leaf.

          “oh yeah? if i make you, huh?”, he teased. he watched as the other is reaching for the box. he took a few more long hits from the blunt, ashing it out before having another drag from it. when the other is holding out the chopsticks with food, he hummed before handing off the blunt. then, he’s making sure to be far too dramatic. so, nikolai’s lips parted as he leaned to the chopsticks. he closed his lips around the chopsticks and hummed as he  s l o w l y  pulled back and took the food from the chopsticks. as he pulled away, he chewed before swallowing; his tongue swiping across his lips slowly as he looked at the other with eyes far too lustful for eating food. “— still think my choice is better.”

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dysfucktions.

“You know.”  He observed while nervous hand allow fingers to follow the line of jaw until he’d sufficiently allowed his bad habits to be on a complete display. “You have been here four times this week, and the coffee is not even that good.”  A silent nod toward the cup that was still sitting in front of the other, leaning casually over the table to check and make sure it was full. Technically, for at least…well, the next fifteen minutes, that was still his responsibility. “If it’s because you’re waiting to get…”  Another nod toward the waitress who was sitting in a back booth, finishing rolling silverware. “Her number, I would be glad to play matchmaker in exchange for a better tip.”

when the male is speaking up, a chuckle fell from wadi’s lips. “aren’t you supposed to lie and say the coffee is out of this world?”, he mused as he glanced up at him. he never actually drank the coffee; he would come and order but just sit for a while. “actually, bit of a business break. i work from home a lot. so, being here is just a bit of a break in routine.”, he explained. but then he’s going on about the waitress; which only caused him to scoff and his nose to scrunch slightly. “no offense, but if i wanted the easy bottle blonde, i would be seated in her section.”, he pointed out. then, his eyes flickered to the male again. “i always sit in your section. if i was trying to get anyone’s pouty lips around my cock, it would be yours. not hers.”, cue a shrug as if he had just said something that was no big deal.

[drugsbitchhh]

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ofdemures.

            brody had been invited into an after party of an award show - he looked around, glass of whiskey in his hand as he hummed a little. he stands up straight when he sees the blonde making a beeline to him, clearing his throat as he looks at her. the entire group conversation seems to fizzle as snežana makes her way over to them. he shifts his weight, green hues flickering over her face as he takes a breath. “it’s brody…” he spoke softly, taking a small sip from his drink and tilting his head ever so slightly as he looked at her. brody tried his hardest not to let his gaze wander down her body, but it was obvious for anyone to see that she was beautiful.

          she noticed the way the group silenced and seemed to all look to her to see what she was approaching for; it was quite humorous if you asked snežana. when the male, brody, stated his name, a smirk pulled onto her features. “brody; i think i like that name.”, the blonde chimed before giggling as she bit at he small black straw from her drink. then, snežana took a step closer to him, her lips ghosting the shell of his ear before she whispered, — “quite easy to moan.” — then, she leaned back and giggled. “come dance with me, brody.”, snežana decided before she’s holding her hand out to the male. after all, people were drunk enough that there was a decently large dance floor at this point of people rocking and moving to the music.

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unforgettablc.

             he had seen her relapse time after time. he thought she would be getting better. he would see a bit more meat on her bones and a happier smile on her face and then he’d leave for a few days. for a performance or to record something and when he was back, he’d see her fall back to old, destructive habits which made him want to do nothing more than to cry. it hurt him every time she went down this path, his own chest muddled with pain, he looks for a solution. there isn’t a good one, there never is. he’s heard it before. it’s a number, it’s not possible, her head won’t let her. he’s heard it before and every time he hasn’t found a good argument against the painful truth that lived in her head. “you’re not going to die like this.” he’s certain of his words. despite the pain in his eyes, he’s confident about this, almost adamant. “you will not die starving yourself. i won’t let you.” he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, loosening his hold on her figure, slowly leading her to the kitchen. “let’s at least get you some water. no calories.” he doesn’t know where to start tonight and while his mind is churning, he needs time to think. “we’ll find a way to figure this out. we always do. you won’t have to be sick forever.” he hums as he slides a glass of water in her direction, pressing another kiss to her temple. “we gotta start somewhere though, sweet pea. if i were doing this to myself, what would you say ???”

          as she was pressing her face against his chest, she admitted something she had originally planned to hide from him; though she could never hide much to him. “i was inpatient for a little bit when you were gone. i was at the park running; i hadn’t eaten or drank anything in days. i guess i fainted. someone called and the ambulance brought me in. they kept me for a week but then they let me go. and i know that should have been an eye-opener, but it wasn’t. i’m sorry.”, she mumbled against his shirt. then, he’s pulling her back to look into her eyes and speak to her. he was so different than most people. so many people would hear her words and just make a joke about wishing they were so slim or wishing that they had a problem with eating not enough. some even would try to force something like a burger down her throat. yet he didn’t. he always nodded along, he always would be so gentle with her and acknowledge that she would have to work up to eating something large; unless she was going to purge after. she walked with him into the kitchen before he’s sliding her a glass of water. she looked over the water for a long moment as she felt his lips press against her temple. she took a long breath before she picked up the glass. “i’m just worried that i will. and that you’ll give up on me again because of it.”, her voice small. finally, she brought the glass to her lips — ( hydration ). “i would be sad if you did this. you deserve to be so happy and to feel so happy in yourself.”